#*pets poor levi*

[vorfreudevortex]

Scout

levi x blind!fem!reader cw: 3.1k words and it's all just stupid comfort/fluff LMAO. cussing, one or two mentions of bodies/death/scars/and the likes, but still sfw. barely proofread. tldr: levi slowly comes to respect the stupid stray cat you found ♡ if you want, find more silly levi drabbles in my masterlist!!

You had just finished making yourself dinner when you first heard the scratching at the front door, barely audible over the thunder and downpour from the raging storm outside. Levi was caught up at the headquarters, so you cautiously cracked the door, careful not to let any rain in as you greeted whatever was there.

You yelped as you felt the thing fly through the bottom of your skirt and into the house, it’s little scratches and thumps bouncing around the room as it ran in. You closed the door tightly behind you, thinking whatever it was was probably scared half to death from the startling lightning. It’s obvious it was an animal of some sort, as you felt it’s matted, sopping fur when it brushed it against your leg.

“Hello?” You softly called. “What are you, little thing?”

Careful not to bump into more furniture and further frighten the creature, you slowly crept around the kitchen and sitting room, calling and whispering. It was when you wandered by the piano when you heard the sound of soft lapping under it— The thing was licking itself dry.

“Excuse me,” You slowly come to a squat before it. “Are you scared? How can I help you?”

The creature made no effort to respond in any way. You sat there for a while before realizing that it wasn’t going to come out any time soon, and you should just go about the rest of your evening until Levi came home and dealt with it. It wasn’t causing any trouble anyways, just a little trail of water where it scampered through the house.

You’re about to take the first bite of dinner when you consider how rude it would be not to serve the thing before yourself— It was a guest, after all. So you picked out a few bites of meat from your dish and poured some water in a small bowl to set on the floor. It wasn’t until you finished eating dinner when you heard it’s paws slowly, quietly pad over to investigate the food. You listened intently, hearing it sniff, lick, and eventually start to chew.

To say you were delighted was an understatement. But in fear of scaring the thing off, you stayed in your chair, paying close attention to how much it ate and drank. When it finished, you felt it cautiously approach your legs. You sat perfectly still as it probed the hem of your skirt and the laces of your shoes— And then you heard it.

Purring.

+++++++++++++++

Levi returned home around nine or ten, sighing as he closed the front door and shrugged his cloak and boots off. You were in the sitting room by then, the cat now dry as it very warily sat on your lap, ready to run at any moment. You didn’t dare touch or pet it, but let it explore as it wanted to since it was the one who was brave enough to hop onto you first. You felt it tense at the sound of Levi coming into the room, but it didn’t waver.

“What is that?” He asked pointedly.

“I’m so happy you’re home—” You whispered, giddy and grinning.

“—What is that?”

“Well it’s a cat, of course,” You paused for a moment, suddenly unsure from Levi’s hesitant reaction. “…Right?”

“Yes, it’s a fucking cat. Why is it in here? Where did you find it?”

“It found me,” You smiled, trying to contain your excitement in a quiet voice. “It was scratching at the door and just ran right in when I went to see what it was. The poor thing was terrified of the storm.”

“Did you feed it?”

“Of course! It ate all the beef I gave it, it must’ve been starving.”

“Great. Now put it back out.”

You frowned. “…Well… I thought maybe we could…”

Levi immediately thought of it’s inevitable death or disappearance. He thought of how he’d have to listen to your sobs or even be the one to bury the thing, just like all the other Scouts he’s had to tend to before. He’s already made up his mind— everything in Levi’s care dies, and therefore, wasn’t going to willingly allow another one be added to the list, human or cat.

“Absolutely not. Cats are dirty and stubborn. We are not keeping that thing.”

“Please, Levi?” You whispered. “It obviously needs a home.”

“No,” Levi approached you, but stopped once the unmoving cat bared its teeth and let out an evil hiss. “This damn thing— Pick it up and we’ll take it outside.”

“Levi, please!” You pouted. “We should wait until it’s stopped storming, it was shivering and cold when it ran in. It’s the least we can do.”

He stared at you in disbelief, then moved to the cat. The two glared at each other, ready to pounce on the other at any moment.

“Fine. But it stays downstairs until then.”

+++++++++++++++

Well… it’s been a week since then.

Levi either refused the acknowledge it or shooed it out of the room. Most of the time, it didn’t listen, or simply ignored him and continued to purr over your lap. The stupid thing followed you everywhere.

You learned that it was a boy kitty, and Levi told you that he’s all black with a faint scar across the side of his face, and that the very tip of an ear is missing. Now that the cat has realized who his friend is, he’d let you gently feel over them while you smothered him with little scratches and kisses whenever you wanted.

“What should we name him, Levi?” You asked one day as the cat lay on your lap, sprawled out on its back while you patted its belly, now full and round from all the delicious treats you constantly fed it.

“We’re not.”

“It can’t be ‘shithead’ or ‘motherfucker’, so don’t even recommend it,” You continued, thinking of all the times you heard Levi do so.

“—You little shithead, get off the table!”

“—Don’t you dare try to scratch me, motherfucker—”

“—Dumb shithead! Get back over here and finish your dinner! We don’t waste food in this house, motherfucker—”

“I think the most suitable answer is to kick it out,” Levi scoffed.

“He’s not an ‘it’, Levi. He’s a man, just like you,” You lowered your head to the cat with a smile and a sweet, light voice. “Isn’t that right, kitty? You’re a big strong man, just like your papa!”

“I am not that thing’s father.”

“Well… If I’m his mother, then what does that make you?” You asked curiously. “You’re definitely not his friend, he’s made that very obvious…”

Levi scoffed again at that, frowning as he watched the brat accept your love with constant purring. Ever since that thing came around, all your attention is on him. Even when you eat dinner, you talk to the cat directly instead of Levi. He doesn’t get any thanks for listening to you play piano anymore, because the damned creature is already on top of the piano lid, purring at the vibrations and music as it quietly urges you to keep going.

“I think his name should be… Scout.”

Levi looked back up to see you already smiling toward him. “…Scout?”

“I think it’s fitting, don’t you?” You gushed. “He’s obviously a brave soldier just like you, Levi. With all his little battle scars, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s courageously fought off a Titan, too!”

Levi couldn’t even answer at first. He felt his heart ache and his eyes soften after your obliviously sweet words. Is that really how you thought of him? Brave and courageous? Still soft and lovable with all the knicks and scars?

“Levi?” You unknowingly blinked up at him. “What do you think?

“…It’s fine.”

+++++++++++++++

Levi and Scout were each others’ biggest enemies.

The two were constantly bickering at each other, much to your dismay. And you were always defending Scout, much to Levi’s dismay.

“You probably scared him, Levi. You should apologize,” You’d frown when he scolded Scout for trying to claw at his ankles when he walked by.

“You shouldn’t yell so loud when he’s up on the table. He probably didn’t have anyone to teach him better…” You’d pout when Levi would call him names across the kitchen.

“Levi! Be gentle with the sweet boy. You would probably hiss if a Titan threw you around like that, too!” You’d chide when you heard Scout screech as Levi would toss him off his work papers. Levi would never hurt the little cat, of course. The tough little stray could handle the light roughhousing with no problem, he’d just act dramatic about it for your attention and pity— And both Levi and Scout knew it.

But Levi couldn’t deny that the bastard made you happy, and far less lonely. He’d watch you work in the garden, knees in the soft dirt as you’d pluck weeds and sing to Scout as he scampered around looking for mice and bugs, somehow knowing not to dig up your precious flowers and vegetables. Levi noticed that you complained less about not sleeping well enough, realizing that Scout’s vibrating weight on your chest and stomach helped ease your mind when you laid down for the night.

The shithead kept you company, something Levi worried about every day without fail. He even overheard a conversation between the two of you one day as he came home. He stalled outside the front door, listening to you ask Scout about what you should make for dinner and gossip about the affair going on down the street.

The damn stray would even meow back sometimes, responding to the especially excited comments you made, even though the dumbass probably thought you were talking about food.

“But listen to this, Scout— Mrs. Garcia is still married! To the man who owns the inn a few blocks over! Can you believe it?!”

“…Meow…”

“Right?! So scandalous!”

So Levi kept his mouth shut, no matter how much he despised the furry brat and wanted him gone. He started to impatiently swipe away any black hairs left on his cloak instead of snapping at him with a sharp tone, and Scout learned to hop off the table as soon as Levi would glare instead of releasing his claws.

The two black-haired, stubborn, and scarred boys silently agreed to mostly leave each other alone, quietly fighting for your attention behind your bleary vision with glares and sneers instead of cussing and hisses, even if they hated each other just as much as they did that first rainy night.

+++++++++++++++

That silent, hateful agreement is what left Levi so confused when his heart dropped upon seeing your frantic tears and every piece of furniture in the house turned over after returning home from work one day. It was another late, stormy night where the rain rattled the windowpanes and the thunder shook the house.

“H-He’s gone, Levi!” You bawled, tears streaming over your splotchy cheeks as you clutched onto Levi’s cloak as soon as he stepped through the door. “I-I can’t find him anywhere! I’ve looked and looked—”

“Calm down,” Levi placed his hands over yours. “He’s a cat, he’s probably just napping in some corner.”

“He’s not, I know he’s not. Scout always comes when I call, and I-I’ve been calling for an hour!” You choked out a sob and lowered your head into his chest. “Oh God, Levi! He’s p-probably already dead—”

“—He is not dead,” Levi was quick to shut down your wretched thoughts. “If he’s not in the house, he probably got outside. Do you know where he was last?”

“He was s-sleeping on the piano while I practiced…” You blubbered. “I heard his snoring when I got up to make dinner, but when I fixed h-his bowl for him… he didn’t come when I called. I’ve been l-looking for him ever since…”

Levi sighed and ventured into the sitting room to investigate. You clutched onto the back of his cloak, following him like the lost cat himself as you sniffled and sobbed. He immediately spotted window above the piano, cracked open to let in the cool, fresh air of the storm.

“The window’s open,” Levi reported. “He probably didn’t know any better and jumped out when he got spooked by the thunder.”

“Of course…” You hiccuped. “I should’ve known better… I should’ve taken him upstairs to cuddle so he wouldn’t be so scared!”

“He’ll just crawl back here tomorrow when he’s hungry.”

You blinked a few times before looking to Levi with a helpless pout. “B-But you’re… you’re going to go look for him, right?”

He glanced at the window, which was being pounded with loud, angry raindrops. “…You mean, right now?”

“Of course, Levi! Scout is probably so scared right now, waiting for you to come and save him!”

There was a pause, long enough for you to hear him exhale slowly through his nose, the way he always did when he had to put up with something he’d rather not be bothered with. But… Levi could never ignore the way your watery eyes and flushed cheeks always affected him.

“Right…”

+++++++++++++++

The dark, stony streets were a maze of puddles and twigs, and every alley looked frustratingly identical under the lamp Levi wielded, which was dangerously close to being put out from the pelting rain. His black hair stuck to his forehead, his clothes were uncomfortably heavy and cold, but he miserably pressed on through the city.

“Stupid shithead…” He grumbled to himself, scanning every dark corner he came across. “She’s losing her damn mind and you’re probably out here just playing in the rain…”

His chest would tighten at every shadow and overturned crate, hoping he’d finally found the thing— Not because he wanted to save the cat, of course… But because he wanted to go home and slip into his warm, dry sheets after the exhausting day he’d already had. Being out in this weather was the absolute last place Levi wanted to be, but a small part of him wanted to be the your hero that saved the day.

Nevertheless, Levi was not afraid of getting a little wet, and he was determined to bring the bastard stray home. He had left so many things behind before— Bodies, horses, supplies, even human lives… the list goes on.

It had been well over an hour of trudging through the streets, and he even considered turning around and claiming the cat was forever gone for a split second— But not this time. ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier’ be damned, he was going to find the meowing motherfucker, and he wasn’t about to let a dumb cat get away from him easier than deadly Titan.

You loved the stupid thing, and Levi wouldn’t be the one to return home without him and have to wipe away more of your dreaded tears. The cat was the one thing that helped comfort you when he couldn’t be there for you himself, and there's no way in hell he’d come home from his little expedition without it.

Levi was about to fasten up his ODM gear to quicken the process when he finally found the wretched animal huddled under a broken awning— Soaked, shivering, and meowing pathetically.

“You little bastard…” Levi rasped with a tight throat, kneeling down to scoop him up. He expected him to claw at his hand and flee, but Scout accepted Levi’s touch with a pitiful whimper. His fingers trembled as he held Scout to his chest under the cloak. He couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or the nerves and relief, but convinced himself that he didn’t care enough to figure it out.

Scout soon began to purr against Levi’s pounding heart, which gave him a confusing sense of relief, and the two of them warmed each other for the entire trek home.

+++++++++++++++

“Levi?!”

You hurried to the front door as soon as you heard it open. Levi and Scout stood with their black hair soaked to the bone, shivering from the cold and dripping a mess onto the floor.

“Did you find him?” You asked, your eyes still watery, tired, and full of hope.

“Come here,” Levi said softly, grabbing your hand and leading it to the ball of fur in his arms when you approached. He guided your fingers as they blindly scoured over Scout, brushing over his drenched fur, feeling for the familiar scars on his face and ear. Levi watched closely as your breath hitched and a relieved smile spread over your face. He helped move the purring, quivering cat into your arms.

“Thank you so much, Levi,” You whispered. You wrapped a delicate arm around Levi’s neck, not caring one bit about his drenched clothing, and pulled him in for a tight embrace.

He froze when he felt your warm lips on his cold, wet cheek, while a fiery blush exploded over his face and down his neck at your gesture of gratitude. You pulled away with your own cheeks flushed around the sweetest smile as you looked to him. “Scout thanks you, too…”

“I…” He swallowed hard. “It’s fine— Not a big deal.”

Scout let the two of you dry him off with a soft towel, even accepting Levi’s care after he changed into a dry set of clothes. Poor Levi couldn’t help but keep touching the spot you kissed earlier as you tended to the kitty, feeling that same warmth every time he did despite his body still being goosebumped from the cold. Scout nudged against his calloused hand, asking for more scratches while ignoring yours.

“You were gone for so long,” You noted quietly. “I was so worried about you…”

“It’s just some rain,” Levi said, still a bit flustered underneath his low, neutral voice.

“You’ll surely wake up with a cold tomorrow.”

“I doubt it,” Levi tsked.

“Don’t worry, Levi,” You lifted Scout back into your arms, now dry and swaddled like a baby in the warm towel, and placed a honeyed kiss on his forehead— Oh, how Levi wished that was him again. “I’ll make you tea just the way you like it, and Scout will keep you warm until you feel better.”

Levi stayed quiet for a moment, watching the scene before him and feeling his heart skip a beat. He began to think that he loved the way you loved. He was mesmerized by the gentleness of your soft hands, the way you handled the bundle so gingerly. Levi realized that it would be his turn soon, when he inevitably wakes up with a sore throat and a stuffy nose, no matter how much he wanted to deny it.

Those soft, gentle hands would steep his beloved black tea. And when he returns from work that next evening after waving off your protests to stay home in the morning, he’ll let them gingerly help shrug his old cloak off. If Levi’s lucky, it’s possible you’ll put another sweet kiss on his cheek out of pity, if he sneezes loudly enough…

…All thanks to that damned cat.

Maybe… just maybe… Levi was beginning to think that Scout wasn’t so bastardly after all.

© vorfreudevortex // all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, or repost my work.

[ghoularaki]

baby's breath | 18

↠  summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.

↠ word count: 1,839

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, pet play, age gap, bondage, emotional manipulation, NSFW (somnophilia, corruption/virgin kink, daddy kink, fingering, creampie), extremely delusional yan! erwin

A weight tethered you to the earth. Deep in the ground, you were rooted to dirt surrounding you. No light penetrated your vision as you tried to gain your barrings. Your limbs were completely free, but something wrapped around your throat, keeping you tame.

Your fingers dug into the soft soil that slipped between your grasp. No matter how much you tried to move your body, you were bound. A root circled your waist. Were you in the hollow of a tree? Is that why no light entered here? No, that wasn’t right. Moss encompassed your lame form and if you focused really hard, light did stream in from somewhere so distant.

More roots slithered around you. The one around your waist pulled you into a large mass that flushed itself against your backside. A scalding heat came from whatever was behind you. Another root snaked under your ribs to cradle one of your breasts. The original root made its way down. It slipped from past your navel to the top of your mound until it found your slit.

You whined. But something wasn’t right, your own voice was too faraway. The roots whispered something you couldn’t make out. Was it trying to console or silence you? Something soft and mildly moist brushed against your cheek.

The root stroked up and down your slit until it attached itself to your clit. It swirled and twiddled it as soft, confused moans poured from your cottony mouth. More heat swirled you, but it started to burn.

Abandoning your clit, the root slid down to your hole. There was no pain as it breached inside, though an unforgivable weight sat deep within.

More light hit your closed your eyes. Your body begged to wake up as the extensions of the tree gripped you so hard you were suffocating. Parted lips heaved for more air as you were turned inside out.

Clutching onto the earth in comfort, but the only thing that greeted you was slightly warm, cotton bed sheets. Your hands felt around more in front of you in confusion. Blinking away the drowsiness, one eyes kept closed as you stared out in the bedroom. The bathroom door was left ajar, light cascading in with a harsh line. It was the only source of light in the otherwise bleak room.

That weight never left.

You tensed as you recognized what exactly the root was. Laying on your side, Erwin had spooned you some time after you fell asleep. From under your waist, he tucked his arm and pushed you to rest your weight further into him. That hand had slithered up your shirt and cupped your breast. His other hand dipped down to your pussy, his fingers deep in you, petting against the velvet walls.

Sleep clung onto you. You were paralyzed as Erwin massaged your breast, your nipple trapped between two of his fingers. As he kneaded the fat, he pinched and pulled at the sensitive skin. A whimper tumbled out to which he shushed you.

“Oh, you poor thing,” He cooed as he rested his chin on your head. You were completely curled into his embrace.

Adding another, he fucked you with three fingers. Your thighs trembled; Your pussy tried to accommodate to the stretch. Scissoring his digits deep in you, your back hunched from the slight sting. Though, you didn’t make a fuss in fear of his response.

“I know, baby, I know. It hurts, but we got to stretch you enough to take daddy.”

You bit your lip to muffle the sob. Staring at the bathroom, your mind drifted to where Levi was. Was he in the bathroom, hearing Erwin purr his delusions? Or was getting his midnight tea, so far that come morning he will have no clue what Erwin has done?

Erwin’s palm dug into your clit as his forearm muscles flexed as he fucked into you fast. Another weak moan breached as he rubbed right against the spongy spot deep in you. He smiled into the crown of your head. Squeezing you even closer, he put his thigh in between yours to open you up further. Slick clicking from your wet pussy filled the room.

Trying your best to not let him know you were awake, you nuzzled further into your pillow. It smelt deeply of laundry detergent, like Levi. What is happening to you? Why does your mind insist on sticking to him.

“My sleepy princess,” Erwin chuckled, fucking his fingers deep.

Your hips rocked backwards to chase the pleasure unwillingly being given. Erwin chased your movements, pressing his erection against your ass. Languidly, he canted in your exposed bottom. The only barrier was his flimsy boxers.

Massaging your breast with more fervor, his digits kept their pace, gently tipping you over the edge. So pent up, your body needed release. The pillow welcomed your drawn out keen as you came from his hands. You sagged even further, exhausted. Your lids slipped closed again.

You felt sick to your stomach. In all the times you were forced in any sexual acts, you never once came. But, that was never point of any sexual punishment. You were only meant to be used. A means to the end. You didn’t know what was worst.

Slipping his fingers from your clenching cunt, Erwin rubbed your tummy. Your own slick coated the skin he caressed. Though, he wasn’t done.

Pulling his hips back, his hand went to behind you to pull down his underwear. Clenching your eyes and onto the pillow, you contained your jitters. His cock sprung out and slapped against your lower back. Precum drooled onto your spine. That insufferable heat was back.

Blood rushed in your ears. Adjusting your legs, his hands grabbed your thigh to pull it upwards onto the bed so your pussy was exposed from the back. Tilting your hips so your back arched more, he paused.

“Fuck,” He muttered, “Your little pussy is so cute. It’s begging to be stretched by me.”

Grabbing his cock, he edged himself. He dragged his cockhead up and down your slit. From your hole to your clit, he coated his dick with your wetness. With each path, the head would catch on your hole, but he kept going up and down, up and down.

He couldn’t resist his needs any longer. Tapping his cock right against your hole, he guided himself in you.

“Ah!” You cried, he was way bigger than his fingers.

Erwin froze. You were both at a standstill as you pretend to stay asleep while he made sure you weren’t awake. After a few moments he tried again. Biting the pillow, you muffled your whimpers as he bullied his way into your spasming walls.

“O-oh fuck, you’re tight,” Erwin uncharacteristically moaned. You didn’t like when he swore, it only meant bad things for you.

He splayed his hand against your stomach. Using that as a clutch, he pushed you backwards as he thrusted further into you relenting cunt. Drooling coated the sheets as snuffed your noises. He just kept going, there was no end to him.

Erwin chortled, “Look at that, I’m barely half in. You’re so tight, it’s like Levi never got to you first.”

Rage instantly sparked. You did not like what he meant by that.

Pulling out a little, he pistoned in with more force. Your eyes crossed at him accidentally hitting your g-spot. He continued his rambling, “It’s so unfortunate that brute stole your first time. It should have been me. I would have taken it slow, eased you into it. Taught you just like a daddy should.”

Unease climbed in your gut. Who was he to assume you were even a virgin before Levi fucked you?

Coiling himself further around you, the hand on your breast climbed to right under your throat. His fingers slipped under the collar, toying with it. He wandered from your tummy down to your clit once more. With his middle fingers, he pressed circles into the bud. You whimpered as it did help, Erwin slipped further in. His cock dragged against your walls. More and more he filled you until finally, his hips met yours.

Erwin groaned as his cock hilted. “Look at you, such a big girl taking daddy’s cock with no fuss.”

Pulling back, he softly fucked his dick back in. Your shoulders tensed when he hit your cervix. He was quick to shush you and adjusted his angle. Trying again, he bumped against your g-spot. Pleased your little noises sounded happy and sleepy, he swiveled his pelvis.

Rocking into your heat, he was careful not to wake you. His hand weighed heavy on your throat as he leaned his head to whisper into your sprawled out hair, “My darling girl. My sweet princess I’ll take care of you. I have been dreaming of this since I saw you after your nineteenth birthday. You had grown into such a beautiful woman, but you were like a fumbling fawn. So innocent, so naive.”

Bile rose up. When did he see you after you turned nineteen? You thought he didn't meet you again until months ago? Your thoughts were cut off by him pinching your clit.

Delusion dripped from his tone as he thrust in you harder than he intended. He lost himself in his fantasy, no longer caring if you were awake or not, “But it’s okay, daddy will take care of you. No one will taint you, you are mine to cherish. Isn’t daddy doing so well with your first- fuck! first time. Yeah, yeah you waited just for me, didn’t you? What a good,” a strangled moan tumbled from him, “good girl.”

Erwin twiddled and swirled your clit as he pounded into you. Tears lined your eyes as you tried to block out his fucking batshit insane babbles. His breathing stuttered as his chest heaved against your back. Losing any rhythm, Erwin forced you up more with one hand. Repeatedly punching against that spot deep in you, you couldn’t stop yourself from tumbling over the edge again.

“My princess, such a sweet girl, daddy’s coming too,” He groaned.

Shoving his cock as deep as he could, hips flushed together, warm cum splattered into your spasming cunt. Erwin’s hand went back to your tummy to pet it as he rocked you two side to side. Even as his cock softened, he didn’t leave your sloppy pussy.

Kissing your ear, he collapsed back onto his pillow, obviously content. The hand on your collarbones traveled down to hug right under your tits. Tangled together, you tethered to him, there was no end to him and no start to you.

His cum frothed at the base of his cock and the cooling, thick liquid only disgusted you more. Opening your eyes, you looked at the bathroom. You traced the light to drown out footsteps pattering up the stairs. Silently you mourned how things were. Everything was going to be different.

The line had been crossed. Nothing will save you now from his perversions.

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

So pretending Viv didn't retcon her own fucking lore drop on twitter by being like "omg!! If it wasn't obvioussssss, he was lying. Silly guy. Isn't the sin of WRATH such a egoistical, self absorbed PRIDEFUL guy"—

I'm very into this idea that Satan, and the Imps and all the Hellborn are the indigenous people of Hell.

Which would mean, that Lucifer got banished to a foreign land, immediately claimed ownership of it, allowed/told his wife to manipulate everyone with her singing, and then proceeded to flood Hell with human Sinner's that he also made legally above all the Hellborn. And then got...bored?? And quit actively being king to go make ducks and emotionally abuse his daughter.

Like, holy shit is Lucifer being a metaphor for white colonialism fucking INSANE. The running assumption (and Viv's bullshit on twitter) has been that Lucifer and the other Sin's were together as a group. That the circus theme, and the rings, and the Goetia was just the world they built. But, if Satan and the Sin's were just the indigenous people who lived there, that sure as fuck makes the circus theme more creepy?

Circuses have historically been horrifying displays of human cruelty. Human trafficking, the buying and selling of people with dwarfism as toys or pets, physical torture and extreme conditions, racisim, rape, animal abuse, just like...bad stuff. There were probably some circuses that were fine, but the vast majority of the time it wasn't done humanely or with any dignity to the people performing.

Lucifer, showed up and just like, forced the Sin's into a Circus they didn't want to be apart of? The Circus isn't a thing anymore, because Lucifer isn't as into it, and all of the Sin's seem perfectly fine not doing it anymore.

Thing is, who the fuck was this Circus for?

The only thing I can think of is Lucifer wanting to feel in control again after being banished, and trying to establish the Sinner's as the deserving and dominate "race".

He would've forced Queen B to humiliate and abuse her hellhounds to do...tricks and dances on balls or whatever the fuck, to show how lowly and animalistic they are. Hellhounds aren't like Sinner's. Sinner's are just people with animal traits, they're REAL PEOPLE unlike these dogs.

He would've forced Ozzie to make his Hellborn and Imps to do dangerous and unnecessary acts. The big difference between Hellborn and Sinner's, is that the Hellborn can actually die. So when the Sinner's see a Imp fall from a trapeze act, or end up set on fire and hurt, they'll see that they're inherently better because they aren't that frail. And again, historically circuses had a lot of human trafficking, sex, labor or otherwise. Ozzie runs the sex industry, and I wouldn't be surprised if there was overlap there in the start.

Mamm and Levi seem to be on the infrastructure side, building and maintaining the society and rings everyone lives on. We KNOW that Imps and Hellborn are underprivileged and lack resources. Hellhounds are forced into shelters where they're thrown out the second the little social funding they have runs out. Imps are basically constantly struggling, and never seem to have stable lives. I wouldn't be surprised if most of the support and care that the Hellborn need are being used to "fix" the "overpopulation" issue that Lucifer caused.

And Satan. Holy shit is forcing Satan, the original king to Hell, and the creator of the main indigenous peoples of Hell, to be the fucking "Law" absolutely horrifying. The fact that Satan is in such a high position of power(supposedly) and he's here, making an "example" of a Imp to get the bureaucracy off his ass and move on with his life. Well, if the god of Imps says that they're all disgusting rapists who are after the poor, innocent white Goetia then that must be true!!!! HORRIFYING. WHAT THE FUCK.

Lucifer forced the original gods of Hell to debase, and humiliate their peoples for the entertainment of his Sinner's, and then got fucking bored and left the circus to hide away in his castle. No wonder Ozzie is a consent freak and B is so concerned about people self harming.

There's a world, where Hazbin Hotel actually takes RISKS, and tries to do something interesting. But Viv backtracks every time. And also would never allow her villian characters to be...ya know....villainous. But Luci can't do more then be kinda a little abusive to his daughter but only in a sad way, otherwise he's not a gooodddd guyyyyyy nooooooo.

Anyway, I'm very attached to this indigenous Satan au. Fuck Lucifer, give the Imps their fucking land back you colonizing bitch, and let Satan be the king of Pride again. And stop forcing them to fucking celebrate your dad's son by claiming it's actually just about celebrating youuuu and your sinnn. Shut the fuck up you goddamn weirdo.

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

I just found this account and saw the post about how the brothers would react to being called daddy, and I started wondering. How would they react to being called puppy/kitten?

Feast my child

The brothers reaction to being called kitten/puppy

Lucifer

He honestly wasn't too bothered by it. He in fact took it as some challenge. "Oh? Puppy hm? Do you want me to be your dog?~" his own teasing followed. He liked it tbh.

Mammon

This man whimpers. WHIMPERS. He then immediately drops to his knees for you. "I am. I promise I am. I'm yer good boy right?" He asks in a desperate tone and wide pretty eyes. He DEFINITELY enjoys it.

Levi

He probably almost nutted in his pants. This loser immediately looks away and covers his face. "I-I w-what?" He says as if he didn't hear you VERY clearly. Sporting a hard on and not hiding because he'd rather hide his face. Call him it again.

Satan

He blushes hard. You just called him something he usually calls you. He stutters a bit "w-what was that?" After you repeat yourself he immediately covers your mouth "not again" he says. He also enjoyed it but it seemed to much for him. Poor baby.

Asmos

"Kitten hm? How cute~ can I call you that too?" He purrs out. He enjoys it just as much as the next person. He would be happy even when you call him whore tbh as long as you put 'your' in front of it

Beel

He smiles all happy like it's a cute pet name with no sexual innuendos. You don't have the heart to tell him it does. He actually asks you to call him it more since he's not very vocal he LOVES when you give him cute nicknames.

Belphie

"don't start this" he huffs with a red face. He enjoyed it more than daddy. He was still flustered. "Can't you call me something normal that doesn't make me blush or be disgusted?" He asks with a slight whine and pout. He kinda likes it.

[another-lost-mc]

No-pressure Vampire AU idea: how about the brothers feeding on MC (consensually) a little too enthusiastically that they take longer than usual to wake up from the blood loss, causing the brothers to freak out and panic a little before MC eventually calms them down? You don’t have to write for all the brothers if you don’t want to. Thank you!!

I tried to keep the angst light-ish on this one. It focuses on the dynamics of poly!MC and the vampire brothers instead. All of them make an appearance in this but it's very Mammon/Levi/Asmo-centric.

[Vampire!DEMON BROTHERS x gn!Reader, 2.4k words, nsfw, hurt/comfort. Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour including biting/blood drinking, aftercare (and lack of), pet names, masturbation, poly!MC (they/them pronouns).] ♫ [ song rec: sweet dreams ] | more from the vampire!au

Mammon, Leviathan, and Asmodeus have been in your room since they returned from their trip. The brothers were gone for nearly a week because Diavolo pulled them away from the Devildom metropolis citing official duties that required their presence.

Lucifer was considerate and gave you plenty of advanced notice before their departure. His warning before these trips is a courtesy for his brothers as much as it is for you. You scheduled your daily blood donations accordingly; by the time they were ready to leave, you gave each of the brothers two blood bags to tide them over for the week-long excursion.

The brothers returned two days early, and the first thing they did was bring you home. You stayed at Purgatory Hall while they were gone so you weren't lonely without their company. As soon as they saw you, all the brothers complained you reeked of angels and the soggy old wizard.

Mammon, Levi, and Asmo were quick to claim your attention for themselves, but first you needed to do something about the unwelcome scents of others that lingered on your skin. They waited in your room while you showered in your private bathroom. Even after you scrubbed your skin with the body wash Asmo gave you, they still insisted you smelled funny. You refused to take any more showers after the third one and told them to deal with it.

It'll be impossible for you to smell like anything except for the three brothers now. You had your (last) shower nearly an hour ago, and you've been sitting back-to-chest with Mammon with his arms wrapped around your waist. His chin is hooked over your shoulder while he watches the television screen. Levi sits at your feet and leans back against your legs while you play games together, and Asmo is sprawled on the bed beside you with his head in your lap.

It's cozy and affectionate and warm, but the air grows thick with anticipation when the first signs of bloodlust start to take hold of them. Mammon's nose tickles your neck as he scents you; if he's trying to be sneaky, he's doing a poor job of it. Levi's focus on the game wavers because he glances at you over his shoulder mid-match; he doesn't even flinch when he loses the third game in a row. Asmo's low purr rumbles in his chest as he massages the soft flesh of your thighs.

You tap Levi's shoulder with the gamepad so he can put it back on your desk, and Mammon turns off the TV and tosses the remote aside. Asmo sits up and kneels next to you on the bed. You feel a bit like prey when they all stare at you with unmistakable hunger in their eyes. They appear more monstrous than usual, but there's overwhelming love and adoration in their stares, too—you've never felt anything like it before, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

Feeding multiple brothers at once doesn't normally take much preparation; they haven't fought about who gets to bite where in a long time. You shimmy closer to the edge of the bed so that Levi has more space to settle between your thighs. Asmo pulls a bottle of nail polish out of his pocket and grins as he reaches for your hand. He kisses each of your fingertips before he starts painting your nails. Mammon takes off his shirt and presses himself against your back again; you melt in his arms so he can support your weight.

You wince Mammon and Levi bite you at the same time, but pleasure seeps into your veins as they start to feed. Warmth and love and desire wash over you, and you close your eyes with a quiet sigh. The world seems to slip away and all you know is them.

Mammon moans into your ear as he drinks. He intersperses greedy pulls of blood with soft kisses against your throat, and his tongue flicks across the punctures he made before he drinks again. His hands slide under your shirt and rest possessively over your belly.

Asmo hums quietly beside you while he paints your nails, and he purses his lips to blow across the wet polish. He's so gentle as he turns your hand over in his, and his fangs drag teasingly across your wrist. He pierces your skin and groans loudly at the first gush of blood across his tongue. He nuzzles affectionately against your palm when you curl your fingers around his cheek.

(When the polish on that hand is dry, he gets off the bed and sits on your other side so he can repeat the process with your other hand.)

Levi is the loudest out of his brothers; you can hear the hungry, wet slurping noises he makes from between your legs. His hands are wrapped around your thighs to steady you, and he tickles your bare skin with his fingers as he feeds. It's not long before you feel the rough sensation of scales against your skin as his tail slides up your calf and wraps around your leg.

You gasp softly when three pairs of fangs finally pull away from your skin. The air reeks of blood and musk from their arousal and your own, but you feel dizzy and all you want to do right now is take a nap. You shake your head when Mammon asks if you want a recovery potion before you rest, and he helps lay you down. He smiles when you fall asleep within moments of resting against the pillow.

The three brothers glance at each other awkwardly and pretend they're not all rock-hard in their pants. They share your blood and your body, but they accept that their carnal desires will have to wait until tomorrow.

Levi scurries away first so he can take care of something in his room. Asmo saunters away towards his own room citing a similar excuse.

Mammon waits until they're both gone before he gets up from the bed carefully; he doesn't want to disturb you. He has a quick shower in your ensuite bathroom and jerks himself off. It doesn't take long for him to come, not with your scent in his nose and warm, sticky blood coating the inside of his mouth. He bites his fist to muffle his shout as he paints the shower tiles with his release.

After his shower, he dries off quickly and throws his sweatpants back on. He settles into the bed next to you, and the mattress dips when his brothers quietly return and tuck themselves into your bed too.

Mammon wakes up early the next morning. You're still asleep and laying on your side facing him. Asmo is plastered against your back, and Levi is curled at your feet with an arm draped over your legs.

Something warm and sticky drips onto Mammon's arm underneath your head, and he flicks your cheek playfully without opening his eyes. "Hey, don'tcha get your drool on me, now," he whispers, but he frowns when he smells the metallic tang of copper in the air. He glances at his arm and realizes it's not drool dripping onto him, but blood.

He's wide-awake in an instant when he realizes you must still be bleeding from the night before. He pulls you into his arms and rolls you onto your back so he can look at you properly. He panics when he realizes the small wounds on your neck from his fangs haven't healed. You're not breathing normally either and fuck, you look awful.

"Babe, wake up," he says, tapping your cheek lightly. You don't respond and he smacks your cheek again, a bit harder. "C'mon, wake up, please."

Asmo stirs behind you and sits up with a yawn, but the sleepy haze in his eyes fades quickly when he sees the horrified look on Mammon's face. "What's going on?"

"I don't know, they won’t wake up.” Mammon replies shakily. "Yo, Levi!"

Levi jerks at the foot of the bed and looks around bleary-eyed at the frantic shout of his name. "Huh?" he sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes.

Asmo leans over you and inspects the open wound on your neck, and his breath hitches when he realizes that your wrists don't look any better. "You need to check your bite," Asmo tells Levi, and the room grows thick with tension as all three brothers realize there's something very wrong.

Levi scrambles into action at the tone in his brother's voice, and he tugs the blankets down so he can inspect your thigh. He panics when he sees it's barely healed at all. "I—I don't understand, it's never like this afterwards." He wipes away the thin trail of blood oozing from one of the puncture wounds, but it stays dry for only a few moments before it starts bleeding again.

Mammon glances at his brothers worriedly. "They didn't drink any potions after we finished. I figured they drank some in the other room after they showered."

It wasn't unusual for you to drink a recovery potion to prepare for a heavy feeding session. Their mistake was assuming you did—no one saw you drink anything before or after they fed from you. If you were too tired after, one of them would've helped you.

Why the hell did none of them think to ask?

Why didn't they insist you drink one even after you refused?

Asmo slides off the bed and digs around in your nightstand where you keep your recovery kit, but it's empty. "Damn it," Asmo curses under his breath. "I'll go get some. Keep trying to wake them up," he tells Mammon hurriedly as he rushes from the room.

Mammon maneuvers you carefully and props you up in a pile of pillows against the headboard. Your nightstand is lacking recovery potions, but you have plenty of bandages in your private bathroom. He cleans the skin around your bite marks and covers them with gauze, and he bites his lip to keep it from quivering. He takes care of the wounds on your neck and wrists while Levi tends to the bite on your leg. They work together in strained silence.

You start to regain consciousness as they're tidying up the ripped bandage wrappers and bloody towels. Levi will swear later on that he and Mammon were both crying tears of relief. He covers his red, tear-stained face with his arm and sniffles pitifully; he's just glad you're okay.

You're woozy from blood loss and your speech is a bit slurred, but you try to answer Mammon's questions as best you can. You're not in pain exactly, but you're still tired and light-headed.

Levi paces nervously at the foot of your bed while Mammon sits beside you and holds your hand. He hates how sickly you look and how weak your hand feels in his. Guilt swirls in the pit of his stomach because he knows it's their fault.

Mammon finally hears footsteps rush down the hallway outside your room, and it sounds like Asmo brought company. There's a sharp intake of breath when the door opens. Lucifer steps inside first and Asmo follows behind him. The other siblings give them space and linger in the doorway.

Mammon's not sure what's scarier right now: Lucifer's icy glare of disappointment, Satan's scowl of barely-contained rage, or Beel and Belphie's muttered threats that promise excruciating pain. Mammon waves Asmo over to the bed—he'll deal with his brothers later, after you're taken care of.

Asmo sits on the edge of the bed and uncorks a small bottle that he tips into your mouth. "I'm glad you're awake," he whispers tearfully. "I'm so sorry." He wipes away a trickle of the clear fluid that dribbles down your chin before he leans forward and hugs you. You attempt to smile at him reassuringly, but it looks more like a grimace.

Lucifer glances between each of his brothers who squirm under his scrutiny, but his gaze lingers on you the longest. He's never seen you look so worn out, and he's seething inside that his brothers' neglect did this to you.

Asmo explained what happened after he nearly collided with Lucifer in the hallway earlier: you didn't drink any recovery potions before or after their feeding, and they didn't check on you properly during the night. Lucifer knows you'll try and blame yourself for this, but responsibility for your care ultimately falls to them. Perhaps you should know better, but they should too.

It doesn't take long for the potion to take effect. Your eyes are already a bit brighter and more focused, and you start to look a little embarrassed about what's happened.

Lucifer plans to come back later and help care for you personally, but first he needs to have words with his brothers. "I'd like to see the three of you in the dining room. Your brothers can take care of things here," he tells the trio hovering near your bed. "In the meantime, the next seven days will be dry for everyone."

The week-long ban that prevents you from feeding them in any way—directly or through blood donation—is met with mixed reactions. Lucifer and Satan look a little smug since they rationed your blood bags from the trip and still have some left over; Mammon, Levi, Asmo, and Belphie have nothing left of theirs; and Beel looks the most horrified since he consumed both of your blood bags before he even left the city nearly a week ago.

"Are—are you sure that's necessary?" you ask weakly as you try to sit up straighter in bed. Mammon tries to push you back against the pillows and urges you to relax. "It was an accident, I don't blame them at all."

Lucifer's eyes soften when he looks at you, because you always put their needs and desires above your own well-being—but today, he won't allow it. His brothers skitter away from the bed as he steps forward, and he strokes your cheek gently with the back of his gloved fingers.

"Your presence is a gift to us, and sometimes we all need to be reminded not to take you for granted." He wishes he could bend down and kiss the pout away from your lips, but the others are hovering nearby; he offers you a small, private smile instead.

"Take this time to rest and focus on regaining your strength," he suggests. His fangs peek out behind his lip when his smile sharpens. He leans down close to your ear and whispers darkly and full of promise, "You'll need it."

Taglist: @l-d-8 @mithrakira @your-next-daydream @haezen @xpixie @lemonivall @meggsngrits @flemmingbamse @tortibomb @amberrskiies @angelsdilf @rensphilia @4allthefours4 @lust--on--my--lips @beelsjuicytitties @goldenglow149 @callmesaya @cosmicstarlatte

Join the taglist here.

[arlerts-angel]

⤷ various characters x fem!reader

⤷ a/n: idk where this came from but it's here so 👍 not proofread, enjoy 🫶

⤷ taglist: @kazutora-kurokawa @i-literally-cant-with-this @ringsofsaturnnnn @milky-aeons @kokonoiscoconut @petitecolibri @darkstarlight82

⤷ warnings: dry humping | pet names: baby, good girl, my girl | reader has fem anatomy otherwise ambiguous

i've said it once and i'll say it again. dry humping is criminally underrated.

the tension of wanting to fuck each other.

the ache of your needy cunt grinding against the bulge in his pants.

the desperation of wanting to make each other cum, but not having enough self-control to stop and take off your clothes.

he holds your hips in place as you rock and swirl your soft, plushy mound against him. "keep going baby, you can do it. you wanted it so bad didn't you? gotta work for it." he encourages.

your grunts of frustration as you try so desperately to reach your climax from the confines of your clothes fall on deaf ears. he hears you, but doesn't help you yet. when your clit hits just the right spot you're rewarded for your patience and dedication; now grinding your poor, needy cunt on him on harder.

"that's it, just like that. feels so good doesn't it? doing so good for me. keep going baby, you're almost there. make yourself cum on me."

he finally thrusts his bulge against you, finally offering your burning thighs some relief. your frustration shifts to pure bliss as you cum, soaking the gusset of your panties. "good fuckin' girl, cumming on me... making a pretty mess. i didn't say stop yet, keep going. just like that."

he helps you ride out your high, giving your thighs a gentle squeeze before shifting on top of you. he unbuttons his pants, freeing his cock ever so slightly from the tightness.

"that's my girl. you've done so good you've earned yourself a reward."

KENTO NANAMI, (SOFT DOM) ARMIN ARLERT, KEISUKE BAJI, TOJI FUSHIGURO, EREN JAEGER, LEVI ACKERMAN, SHUJI HANMA, JEAN KIRSTEIN, MANJIRO SANO, REINER BRAUN + YOUR FAVE(S)

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Bunnies for the common good

Josh Levy x fem!reader

warning : kiss, fluff (as much this is possible) Josh is Josh, no use of Y/n

Summary : His family and he didn't celebrate Easter, it was a normal day for him...but his mum saw it differently. Forced to help out at the local primary school and bring joy to the primary school children at Easter. He would have loved to throw himself in front of the nearest car if he hadn't received a visit from his personal cuddly bunny.

info : Josh the cute fat boy, you just have to like him and so now have fun reading :)

masterlist

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Easter was not a celebration for him and his family because of his faith, it was a normal day when all the inhabitants of Eltingville were looking for colourful Easter eggs.

Which is why the brown-haired man was actually planning to take care of his Star Wars figures, clear the shelves of any specks of dust and keep trying to get hold of the ‘special’ tapes on the internet for his time at the club.

The last time had been a disgrace and he wanted to avoid that, which is why he sat down at his computer all the earlier and started searching his forums.

He had already found a few offers that didn't leave him completely poor...but well, he would pay a little more for a few bikini shots and topless scenes.

What he hadn't noticed, however, was his door suddenly opening and his mum giving him an excited look, "Joshua guess what I signed you up for?" she asked her son, holding out a flyer to him.

Detaching himself from his computer with a suppressed sigh, he went to his mum who was still looking at him happily.

The hope that she might have heard about a convention was shattered when he read the words primary school, rabbits and easter.

"No! No way mum anything but that" he tried to talk his way out of it, wanting to just go over to one of his three friends but his mum's talking wouldn't stop.

She never shouted at him but he could see by the look on her face that she meant it, she wanted her son to go out and do something good for the children.

"Now don't be like that and go on your way...besides, maybe the Easter Bunny will turn up" she winked and left him the flyer before turning back to her own things

and Josh was left alone in his room, crumpling up the dusky paper flyer as he said goodbye to his figurine collection and possible erotic videos with a muttered curse.

Grabbing his grey jacket, he trudged out onto the pavement and made his way to the local primary school where he used to go.

The place where he had met his friends and his interest in science fiction began.

The path was only a few minutes from his home, he had almost always run that way before and now he was a little out of breath as he arrived at the school faster than necessary due to his stomping.

To his regret everything was decorated with Easter eggs and bunnies, but not much had changed, it was still the same school, "Ah Joshua how nice of you to come, thanks to your mum for the extra help" his old teacher said and he looked more lost than happy as she led him to the place

The surprise for the children he found out was a petting zoo with rabbits, "Just keep an eye on them, keep them quiet, feed them and help the children afterwards" she said and before Josh could even protest she was gone That's discriminatory he thought to himself and started to think of an escape plan.

But how was he supposed to get out of here? He couldn't even jump over the fence without escaping, let alone know how to deal with rabbits, he wasn't an animal keeper for carrot eaters.

He cursed when he realised that he hadn't even taken an emergency comic with him and was now stuck in soft hell.

His attempt to do something with the animals ended in him arriving back at the fence out of breath, because the soft animals were much faster than him and the hay and food pellets had only been delivered in heavy boxes, which didn't make things any better.

As he wasn't Superman, lifting these things wasn't going to happen either.

Sighing heavily and leaning against the fence he suddenly heard footsteps behind him, he hoped it wasn't the brats or his former teacher but when he felt arms against him he knew who it was, "Did my Boba Fett miss me?" he heard his friend ask and turned to her.

What he didn't expect to see was the knee-length pink dress with bows, a bunny tail and bunny ears on her head.

Josh seemed to be speechless, his mum was right, the Easter bunny had come for him, she was here just for him, his dream had come true. "Oh my sweet Easter bunny lady" he replied and opened the fence for her to come to him.

Of course, all his friends made fun of him when he said he had met an amateur comic artist at a convention.

Bill was even on the verge of burning her comic just to make a point, but after the others had read the comic and her beauty made a good impression, Josh proudly walked out of the club with her by his side.

He was better than the losers...he may be fat but he had got there more than the other three.

As soon as she was with him she grabbed his hands and he pulled her into a hug, they were completely different but when she gave him a kiss when he saw her in that pretty outfit he didn't seem to care about anything else.

He was her soft pillow with problems and she was her pretty bow that made him look a little better at the small town and the unworthy normal people

He loved her, no matter how strange it was in between, her kiss, her love, it was like a curse he didn't want to break free from.

"As soon as we're done here, we'll go eat something just your cute bunny and her handsome bounty hunter" she winked and effortlessly picked up one of the animals in her arms.

She was so much better at connecting, but it didn't matter, he couldn't take his eyes off her, this sweet bunny...almost like in the erotic magazines that were always closed and he had only looked into one once. He was the most glamorous of the Eltingville Club because of his bunny.

Josh was completely smitten with her and the prospect of food only made it better, maybe helping the kids wasn't a bad idea after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@popk0rnshrmp , @ria-coolgirl , @the-demon-of-twilight , @doggydale , @thegirlfr0mspac3 , @ceramicghost , @pinkomalin , @gyr0zeppeliwife , @fr0z3n-c0rpz3 , @epiphanyfeel25 , @sleepy-strawberry , @swagspectrum , @daisybones-08 , @brain-dead-bunny , @lazyemmy

[m-jelly]

Hi, Jelly ❤️❤️❤️

What about the reader and Levi and the sweet comfort of home? Levi is walking home from work and, hearing a squeak, finds a small stray black kitten. He can't leave the hungry little one behind. He takes it home with him to the reader, hoping that she will like this adorable little ball of fur. The reader happily agrees and adores the new fur family member and comes up with a name for him 😊

Biscuit

Levi x fem reader

Sheriff Levi, small town AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, black kitten

Levi brings a kitten home after a shift at work.

It'd been a long shift for Levi. It was the holiday season, snow was thick and the holiday cheer was in the air. People were getting silly with the drinking, and many tourists were pushing things too far. He'd done a night shift and a full day one right after. He was cranky and desperately needed to be wrapped up in your arms.

He trudged through the snow and made his way from the station to home. The whole time he'd been working his long shift he'd been calling you and texting you often. He loved seeing you on video calls and in pictures, you were adorable beyond words.

Levi was planning on proposing to you on his birthday. The two of you celebrated his birthday instead of Christmas but agreed that when you had kids, you would change things up a little. For now, though, you had many fun birthdays with Levi.

He heard a little noise and stopped in his path. He strained his ears and moved closer to see a blanket over a box. He crouched down and dragged the blanket off to see a little black kitten inside. "Tch, fucking monsters leaving you alone little fella." He scooped up the cat and cradled it in his gloved hands. "Let's help." He opened his aviator coat a little with the fluffy lining and placed the kitten at the top of his scarf and just below his chin. "There. Now let's get you home."

The journey home was a lot nicer than Levi was expecting. He couldn't help but smile at the little black kitten meowing at him now and then. He petted its head a little and walked right up to the front door of his sweet townhome with you. He cleaned his boots off, unlocked the door and purred when he was hit with the divine scent that was you and your perfect cooking.

He hummed in delight. "Smells so good in here."

You ran out of the kitchen with an apron on. "Levi!" You squealed in delight. "Welcome home! I baked a big meat pie for us and I even made dessert."

He chuckled. "Thank you. I missed you."

You walked closer. "I missed you too."

He lifted the kitten out of his scarf. "Could you hold this little one?"

You gasped at seeing the black kitten. "Oh, you are so cute!" You took the kitten and cuddled it. "Hello." You kissed its head as Levi took his winter things off. "Where did you find him?"

"Some arsehole abandoned him. I found him in a box with a blanket over him."

You whined a bit. "Poor baby." You carried him to the kitchen. "Let me get you something to drink and eat. I should have some fish spare..." You grabbed a little bowl and filled it with water. You knelt down and placed the kitten next to the water. "Here you go. I'll get you your fish."

Levi walked closer and watched the kitten happily drink. "I'm glad he drank right away."

"Me too. We should take him to Mike so he can check him over."

Levi nodded. "He's the best vet."

You walked over to another spot and placed the fish. "Sorry, cats don't like eating and drinking in the same spot. Hopefully he's okay." You smiled when the kitten stumbled over to you. "Aww, he's so cute."

Levi smiled as the cat started eating the fish. "He seems like he's doing perfect. So, do you want to keep him?"

Your eyes lit up. "Really!? We can keep him!? I'd love to!"

He chuckled. "Good, I was hoping you'd want to. We need to name him though."

You patted your cheeks as you thought. "Mm..." You stood up and walked over to Levi. "I have a name, but you'll probably think it's silly."

He pulled you against him and kissed you. "I won't. I love how cute and sweet your mind is."

You smiled sweetly. "Okay, how about Biscuit?"

He massaged his fingers in your hair. "Biscuit is perfect." He looked down at the kitten as it let out a tiny burp. "He's cute."

"He's a sweet little bean. We'll make a bed of blankets for him."

"Perfect." He hugged you tightly. "We'll go to the shop when the snow is not too bad and get him all the things he needs."

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @levistealeaf @pelicanpizza @hideandgopeep @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird @searriously @anti-cupid @abiatackerman

[mayajadewrites]

but does he know?

pairing: levi ackerman x fem!reader

rating: explicit, minors dni

summary: levi is your toxic ex boyfriend. you've been dating someone new, jean, who you've been having a great time with. but he's no levi ackerman, which leads to bad decisions.

warnings: toxic af, infidelity (don't try this at home pls), unprotected sex, oral (male & female receiving), slight phone sex

song to listen to while reading: moth to a flame; swedish house mafia with the weeknd

comments + reblogs are always appreciated, they make my entire day actually hehe

ao3

"Goodnight, Jean." You smile as your cheek leans against the glass of your touchscreen. You and your boyfriend, Jean, have been on the phone for 2 hours. You're laying down on your stomach on your bed, legs crossed above your ass.

"Goodnight my angel. See you tomorrow. Can't wait." Jean spoke with a yawn. You can tell he's tired from his long day of work, but he adores talking to you at the end of his day.

You press 'end' and begin to scroll through your photos. You're nowhere near tired - you are somewhat of an insomniac.

Your eyes glaze over the pictures you and Jean took together last weekend, his lips on your cheek as you smile ear to ear.

As you scroll a little farther, your eyes flicker to a photo of you and your ex boyfriend, Levi. You must've forgotten to delete it after you broke up. Your cheeks burned as you looked at the photo - it's one of the many you took when you were intimate with each other.

You're both sat in front of the mirror, you're sitting on his lap as his legs spread on the chair he's on.

Levi's eyes were glued onto your figure, his right hand gripping your thick, plush thigh, his left hand wrapped around the front of your neck. You're holding the phone to take the picture, you're wearing your favorite baby pink lingerie set, that just so happened to also be Levi's favorite.

You close your eyes when you remember how your ass felt against his hard cock against the fabric of his pants.

No, no, no. You can't miss him.

He's the most toxic man you've ever dealt with in your life. You gave 2 years of your life, of yourself to him and for what? For him to tell you he never wanted to get married, never wanted to have kids.

You couldn't hold onto what you wish he was. So, the relationship ended.

A deep sigh left your lips as you scrolled through your contacts, hoping you deleted Levi's number.

Of course you didn't. Because this isn't the first time you've wanted to call Levi late at night.

There he was.

No emoji next to his name like before, no silly nickname.

Simply, Levi.

Your thumb hovered over his name. You knew he was awake. He was always awake when you were.

Are you proud of what you've been doing? Talking behind your boyfriends back to your ex boyfriend? No.

But there's something about Levi that you could not let go of. Every time you spoke to him, you deleted it from your call log and any lingering texts.

1:22 AM.

Calling 📞 ... Levi.

1 ring was all it took.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Levi's voice purred at the other end of the phone.

"Couldn't sleep." You mumbled, sitting up on your bed. You crossed your legs as you spoke.

"You haven't even tried to sleep, have you baby?"

You ignored he pet name. "...Maybe."

"So what can I do to help you sleep, hm?" You heard Levi's chair move, presumably as he sat on it. "Over the phone, at least."

"I just wanted someone to talk to."

"Your boyfriend wasn't available?"

"He went to bed already. He had a long day."

"Poor thing." Sarcasm was leaking from his tone. "Having to have a job and deal with your ass."

"He deals with me just fine, thank you." You turn your head to the side. "If he was here, he would've taken care of me already."

"So why isn't he there? Is it a school night?"

"He's not that much younger than you, Levi."

"You didn't answer my question."

"We just didn't hang out tonight. That's all."

"You used to be at my place every night."

"That's because you and I had an unhealthy attachment to each other. Codependency on my end, at least."

"Your spot on the bed is still there. Sometimes I let my hand wander to that side and feel the contours of the shape your body left."

"L-Levi." You sit up on your bed, feeling a familiar heat rise through your body.

"Say my name again, princess." His voice was husky, you closed your eyes so you could picture his mouth moving. You could almost feel his touch through the phone.

"No. I can't." You bite down on your bottom lip, refusing to give in to the temptation. His voice was so familiar, so warm.

"Hasn't stopped you before, has it?"

You stay silent, squeezing your thighs together in attempt to silence your needy cunt.

"I know she misses me." You heard Levi shift in where he was sitting, presumably spreading his legs.

If your pussy could talk, she'd be screaming at you right about now.

"She misses the way I caress her, the way I devour every last drop, the way I-"

"Enough, Levi." You couldn't take it anymore. You had Jean in your head, he would be so disappointed if he knew you were doing this.

But it's Levi.

Your dainty hand palmed over the fabric of your teeny-tiny shorts, so sensitive you almost moaned at your own touch.

"Sounds like you don't want me to stop. I know you're touching yourself right now."

"Are you?" Your curiosity got the best of you.

"I am. I'm picturing your beautiful hand wrapped around my cock, your lips sucking on the tip the way you always do-" He pulled the phone away from his mouth, grunting as he pumped his own cock.

"L-levi." You pushed your hand inside your shorts, pushing one finger inside your soaked cunt. "I-I need you." You whine as you add another finger.

"I'm right here, baby."

"No. I need you here."

"Give me 10 minutes."

You brush your hair right after you hang up. You look at yourself in the mirror. Is this really you? Are you gonna do this to Jean?

The answer to your question walked through your door.

"You still have a key?" You walked out of your bathroom in your low cut tank top and barely there shorts.

"I made copies, and copies of copies." Your eyes ran up and down Levi's body, he's wearing a (freshly ironed?) black expensive looking sweatsuit, his hair a bit damp. He must've showered quick.

You moved to his half lidded steel grey eyes - which looked like they were drunk off of your figure. You're not skinny, you have meat on you which Levi always appreciated. You had thick thighs that lead to your plush ass, then your soft stomach and supple tits.

You both stared at each other for a few moments, not sure if this is real or not. You took a deep breath in, the scent of his eucalyptus shampoo filling your nostrils.

Bump. Bump. Bump. Bump.

Your heartbeat was pounding in your ear.

Levi slipped his hands into his pockets, letting you know that the ball is in your court.

Slowly, you take a step toward him and press your hands to his chest. You can feel his muscles through his hoodie, all too familiar to you.

Levi watched as you touched him, almost like it was your first time again. Your nails dragged along his chest to his biceps, to which you gave them a squeeze.

Your eyes met his and it was done.

You pushed yourself upwards towards his lips, claiming his lips as yours once again. Your hands cradled his face as you kissed him, your tongue slowly moving in and out of his mouth.

Levi's large hands finally left his pockets to make home on your hips, one hand wandering to your ass as he kissed you. Almost like his hand never left, he started kneading your asscheek.

The room filled with light moans and sounds of kisses before he trailed kisses down your jawline to your neck.

Dangerous.

But you let him anyways.

He kissed your soft spot gently before taking the skin between his teeth, sucking on the spot to make his mark. Your nails dragged to his scalp, tilting your head to the side as he claimed you as his.

You let your hand wander to the elastic of his sweatpants, feeling the outline of his hard cock against the ironed fabric.

Levi moaned against your neck, freezing for a moment as you touched his clothed cock.

"He missed me, hm?" You purred, using your middle finger and thumb to massage his dick outside his pants.

For once, Levi had nothing smart to say.

You kneeled down onto the floor, pressing your knees to the cold wood. Your doe eyes found his half lidded ones, full of lust. He visibily gulped as your hands pressed against his lips, pulling his pants and underwear down.

His cock sprung free, and god, did you miss this sight. He's so girthy, almost too big for you.

"What were you saying on the phone, Ackerman?" You grabbed his cock with your right hand, letting your thumb graze over the veins on the underside. "You were thinking about my lips wrapped around the tip of your cock?" You moved yourself closer to the fat tip of his cock, pre-cum leaking from the slit.

Levi nodded, pressing his hand to the back of your head gently. His fingertips buried themselves in your wavy hair, massaging your scalp gently. He was always so caring, even when you were sucking the life out of his dick.

You kept your eyes on him as you wrapped your plush lips around his tip, sucking on it gently like a lollipop. A moan escaped his lips at your touch, feeling your tongue swirl around the head and the slit.

"Fuck, baby." He pushed your head gently, wanting you to take more of him. "No one does it like you."

"How many other bitches have you fucked since we broke up?" You flipped your hair to the side, waiting for his response as his dick began to disappear in your mouth. You took as much of him as you could, swirling your tongue around the width of his cock.

"N-none. I haven't even looked at another woman since you." He threw his head back, being a bit more forceful with his hand as you bobbed your head.

"Really?" You moved your mouth to his heavy balls, sucking on them gently as you watched his eyes. His body twitched, he loves when you do that.

"Y-yes. You t-think I could m-move on j-just like that?"

You slid the entirety of his cock into your mouth, the head hitting the back of your throat. You bobbed your head as you sucked on his sensitive flesh. You gagged, which only made Levi want you more.

"I don't want to come on that pretty face." Levi pulled you by your hair to stand up. "Bed. Now."

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand as you led him to your room, which he's familiar with.

He laid down on his back, pulling his hoodie over his head as he moved. You followed his lead and slid your shorts off, revealing your soaking, aching cunt.

You crawled over to him, pressing your lips to his as you straddled his waist. His hand gripped the back of your neck as he kissed you, pushing you into him.

"Sit on my face." He broke the kiss, laying down on the soft fabric of your comforter.

"What?"

"I'm sure I spoke clearly." He grabbed your thighs roughly, pulling you to his face. You grabbed your headboard with both of your hands as you felt the contours of his face.

"O-oh." You felt him blow air onto your clit, sending shivers down your spine. His mouth wrapped around the sensitive nub as his hands gripped the fat of your ass, sucking you dry.

You looked down at his inky hair, his lashes fluttering against your thighs as he devoured you like he hasn't eaten in a year. His mouth left your clit with w 'pop' as his tongue plunged into your pussy.

Lewd, wet noises filled your bedroom as he pushed your asscheeks toward his face, burying his face inside of you. Once he felt your walls twitching, he pressed the pad of his thumb to your clit to rub gently circles.

"You can't come yet though, princess. I want us to come together." He mumbled against your cunt.

You're about to lose your fucking mind. Your fingertips gripped the headboard as you began gently rocking your hips back and forth on his face, feeling his nose poke your aching clit.

Levi removed himself from your cunt, your arousal covering his lips. His rough hands flipped you both over so he was now on top, his lips trailing kisses on your chest before pulling your tank top off.

You felt his tip press against your heat, almost making you come then and there.

His eyes were locked on you in that moment. It felt like there was no one else in the world but you and him. You brought your hands to his red-flushed cheeks, kissing his lips gently. You whimper against him as he pushes himself inside of you, stretching your gummy walls.

Your moans intertwine as he thrusts in and out of you, his muscular arms holding onto you. His eyes looked... lonely. Like he missed you. It wasn't the non chalant facade that you normally hear when you call him.

He was aching for you. Not only for your touch, but for everything you are.

Your eyes were locked on his as his strokes were deep and slow, watching his mouth gape open just a bit.

"Baby," Levi grunted, quickening his pace.

"Yes, Levi?" You pressed your hands to his bare, muscular chest.

The sound of you saying his name sent him over the edge. He watched your lips move as you said his name, a glossy sheen on your lips from his cock. He buried his face in your neck as his pace quickened, his fat balls slapping against your skin.

"Oh, Levi." You moan as your cunt clenches around him. "I'm gonna come." Your toes girl as he thrusts faster and deeper. Quickly, he brought one hand to your clit and massaged circles once again. You slammed your eyes shut, feeling the euphoria overtake your body.

Your entire body twitched and let out moans as you came, your brain almost short circuiting. Levi removed his hand from you as he became sloppy with his pace - he's close.

Levi's eyes met yours again as he lost himself inside of you.

"I, I love you." He thrusted inside of you once more, letting his juices cover your walls, filling you up.

He unloaded inside of you out of habit, you both preferred it that way.

You cradled his head in your hands as he came down from his high, caressing his cheek. You watched his face when his eyes fluttered to yours, his lips pressing against your swollen ones.

Once he pulled out of you, you couldn't help but whine at the loss of him. He got a towel and cleaned your body for you, covering your skin with kisses.

"Levi, did you mean that?" You looked at him as he cleaned you, like the neat freak that he is.

"I don't say anything I don't mean." He didn't even look at you. He got up, threw the towel in your hamper, and found himself at your side again. "I'll never stop loving you, princess. Even when you're not with me, I'm eternally yours."

You pulled the covers over your bodies and tangled your legs with his, mending into his body.

He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before you dozed off together.

Safe to say this wasn't the last time you called him late at night.

[jazeswhbhaven]

A Christmas beneath Heaven P2 | React | Days 1 & 2

Woooo we've made it to the second part of the event ya'll! And just as I expected, this is already crazy within the first two days of content Let's do a little recap though, just in case ya'll are seeing this first hand and not the other posts I've made!

MC is down with what they call a 'christmas cold' in Hell. Solomon had it before as well. The symptoms with MC is in short, they can't stop masturbating or getting horny and it's pretty much draining the life out of them. The Kings meet and decide that they must cure her and with the help of Bael finding an old devil with some information the medicine is located in the Middle Realm that is guarded by the first fallen angel, Achazriel. Because they all can't infiltrate all at once, each King must go one at a time, but it's looking like it's more cumbersome than they expected.

Now that you get the general idea without the extra stuff let's continue- S u M m A r Yyyyy~

The first King to make an attempt to infilitrate the Middle Realm is Belphegor. The problem though, is that everyone, including Belphie himself all turn to Beleth who's confused as fuck until he realizes, he's the one that must go in his King's stead.

When I say, that nobody had his back on this, not even Belphie I mean it. Beleth though says that it shouldn't take him long and he'd be okay.

I find it funny though that it was brought up that it's kinda messed up to send a fallen angel back to deal with other fallen angels and everyone's like ????!!! WAIT as if they didn't realize that.

But then we have Bael, sweet bby worried about Beleth and I have a small ramble about that. Not only are they neighboring countries, but the two of them are literally twins in the sense of they both babysit their King, and pretty much run things for their respective countries. So he has sympathy for him in that regard.

Beel doesn't really care though, saying that everyone should place bets for how long it will take Beleth before he comes back. Bimet is doing the math in his head, Asmodeus guessed it...they have this odd moment...

That odd moment being that Bimet was curious as to what made Asmodeus agree with him that 2 days would be the max and Asmo teases him into saying that he can't possibly believe he'd give away information without 'something' in return and Bimet is just kinda like 'oop. my bad... 😶' when Asmo's like...'these devils not giving me bussy is cruel' (not really but he's probably thinking that)

And well, everyone puts their bets in other than Leviathan and Lucifer because they find it pointless. Lucifer honestly just chooses to not engage due to "professionalism" (lmaooo) Belphie even randomly wakes up and is like "yah 3 days is my bet" and goes back to sleep, Bimet changes his bet too. Like good lord everyone believe in my bby pls.

Well...and just as Asmodeus (and Bimet but sadly he changed his number) guessed it...Beleth is back in two days and the poor babes is beat up badly. But at least Asmo agrees to share the winnings with Beleth (he has a thing for him I swear)

I'll spare you the theatrics of how they tried guessing what happened to him, but there was joke that he was fighting Harumon, which wasn't the issue. The issue is that Beleth was paranoid of the traps set, transformed into his cat self, and well...did a cat thing and got trapped anyway because his size triggered them all at the same time. (Let me add that Lucifer was able to tell what injuries Beleth had just by looking at him and what the cause was a "catfight" is what he called it)

The kings are all laughing at him (aside from Lucifer and Levi) like even Belphie is poking at him and I'm just like??? Leave him alone ????? So what he was a clumsy kitty, cats do dumb shit all the time here on Earth 💀🥺😭 I'd pet him and tell him he's a good kitty.

Levi however, is only upset because he came back with just the info of "there are traps" but nothing else. I think Beleth tried his best, he was just.....not on his A-game sadly.

So the next devil to go is Mammon. He just straight up grabs the dice, rolls it and his number comes up. And with no surprise, he gets through the traps so easily it's second nature to him and his giant hands. But the timeline for traveling through all the traps was half a day compared to Beleth getting beat up for two days. 😭

Now, he DOES make it all to the way the gate, Mammon interested in the door and it's materials, and then it opens on it's own so now he's like OOOO NEW TECH MINE. (one track mind...)

So he walks in, and it looks really pretty btw...I'd probably sleep there and he sees the first fallen (hot asf) angel Achazriel. So it appears that this fallen angel is for the most part docile and just kinda sits on the chair he's in. Though, he does know who Mammon is, though very little is known about him.

He doesn't even want to fight, he challenges Mammon by asking him one question, if he answers it within 10 seconds he won't have to leave. In the Middle Realm, his word is law, so if he loses Mammon will be forced out by that rule.

Guess what the question was? "Who is most precious to you." I was like OH this is easy, MC! Well....our uh big stud here went through all of ten seconds thinking of other things and people even the souls in his body before he realized it was MC that was the answer but it was too late 😒🙃😭😭 Like??? Okay Mammon thanks love you too. Because the point of the entire trip was to heal MC and I'm like??? W T F. Satan could have answered that question easily I bet (he seems to be the OTP Kings wise)

So...Mammon failed, but at least he had more information. He didn't tell them the question that was asked, which I assumed no one asked him directly so he had no reason to reveal. (I bet you Satan would have laughed at him for getting it wrong and be like HA the answer is MC you idiot. or something like that)

Beel is up next! And well...since Mammon did all the footwork, he basically just had to walk up there, meet Achzariel and was straight up like "Give me the medicine." Beel....pls.....

PHEW so this summary was longer than the others because yeah so far Part Two's stories are far longer than Part One's! When I do the screenshots hopefully everything fits in this post. Some may have to be exlcuded ;w;

Let's get to the screencapssssss

idk i found this cute because no Satan you can't do that. Time out chair again.

I feel like this is Luci's polite way of saying..."I ain't got the time nor patience for this foolishness"

Beel. LMAO really now? (this was toward Beleth going first and Belphie was like "I ain't" and went to sleep.) Bael was like.....o k.

He's so worried, let me give him kisses for being a sweetie.

NABE DOG FORM CAMEO (gives him treats and scritches)

AYo??????? We just gon' fap in front of everyone present? ASMO ??

Leviathan was ready to beat his ass like

Like srsly he was done at this point lmaooooo

😭MY BABY OMG

I'm sorry Levi has been irritated this entire event and I'm crying because it's either Beel or Asmodeus annoying the fuck out of him. 💀

They were so mean 😭 like I know they were just joking but this man came back battered and torn being called a rag by Asmo and now they're calling him a clumsy cat. It's okay Beleth com'mere and and I'll give you hugs and smooches. (He seems to not be too graceful as a big kitty and that's okay)

Tryna capitalize on strange self opening doors, okay Mammon

Bye, taking a nap here.

I know you fine as fuck, wait who said that? I'm supposed to be napping

what do you mean, what????

ok.

Pretty much. LOL

And just because there's room to throw this in....

He really said, "you goin' fam." and went back to sleep.

Classic Leviathan roasting.

LIKE ya'll there's so much interactions between the Kings and their nobles in this event, it's really nice to see them acting in their natural state without MC around even if they are simply just in a quarantine room jackin' off to the thoughts of Minhyeok.

Since Beel boldly just went up in Middle Realm and asked for the medicine directly I wonder how that's gonna work out for him...I can't imagine too well since he's...ya know himself lmao

[ghoularaki]

baby's breath | 12

↠  summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.

↠ word count: 3,347

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, pet play, age gap, anaphylactic shock, hospitals

Erwin’s humming disturbed you.

You sat in the living room, a lot more docile than yesterday. Honestly, you were more in a daze than anything. Since the intrusive thought entered your head to kill Erwin in his sleep, you never really did escape from the idea. It toiled in your spiraling mind.

The man had you sitting on the floor, various crayons, glitter tubes and glue sticks scattered across the floor. He even allowed you different types of craft scissors along with construction paper so you had the utmost creative freedom. When he presented you the activity you would be doing today, he framed it as you finding a productive way to channel your emotions.

You were bitter for multiple reasons. He knew how much being here caused you turmoil, but still refused to let you leave. Though, you knew it was a little too late for that. A deeper set anger coiled in you. The fact that as a child you were never given this option. If Erwin wasn’t such a pervert, if this was before everything, you would have wanted him as your father instead.

The crayon in your hand snapped in half from the force you were digging the poor thing into the paper. For the past few minutes you had just been scribbling circles upon circles on the pink sheet. You weren’t in the mood to put more effort into what you were doing. Plus you had the inkling Erwin would want to put your ‘masterpieces’ on the fridge. A shutter of disgust gurgled in your stomach.

Similar to yesterday, Erwin had sat on the couch, watching you with a stack of paperwork beside him. Peeking over, you were able to decipher it was for one of his classes. His thin, wire-rimmed glasses slipped down the arch of his prominent nose. The man paid no mind and continued scribbling with his fountain pen. His ankle rested on his knee in a laxed position. If you were dumber, you would think he was comfortable, absorbed in his work. You spied how he watched you through his peripheral.

Turning around, you went back to your own work. Laid on your stomach with your feet in the air, you crossed and uncrossed your ankles in unrest. You hated how he kept such a close eye on you. Never once did you leave his sight. Levi at least trusted you enough to let you go to the bathroom alone.

Speaking of the dark haired male, he would be home tomorrow. You had no clue when, most likely in the morning as to not raise suspicions that the ever so punctual Erwin would miss work again. Anticipation and foreboding plagued you. You could barely stand another moment of Erwin’s babying, but Levi was no better.

A phone ringing startled you. Sitting up to look at Erwin, he cursed under his breath. The call hadn’t been from his phone, but somewhere deeper in the house. From the ringtone alone you could tell it had been from a landline. You tried your best to stifle your excitement. A phone was somewhere readily available in the home and you had a notion it was in his office.

Erwin placed the papers down and got up with forced grace. He didn’t want to seem startled as well.

“Stay.”

You didn’t respond as you went back to your drawings, ignoring him. Erwin stood there for a moment and then left you to your own devices. Toying with the glitter tube, you waited for his footsteps to grow quieter. The second his office door closed, you snapped up and crawled to the edge of the archway. Erwin had really gone into his office.

Crawling back, you strained your ears to hang on his deep timbre.

Yeah, keep talking, you fucking freak, you taunted in your head.

You grabbed one of the craft scissors and went to the couch. Your time alone with Levi has taught you some things about the house and the layout of at least the living room. Being a neat freak, every day when he cleaned, he would lift and move the furniture to make sure no spot was left unsanitized. Tilting to the couch back, you had noticed a small hole in the dust cover.

Laying on your stomach, you reached a hand under the couch, scissors hooked on your pinky. Your fingers caressed the seam until they caught on the hole. Twisting the scissors, you shoved them in—blade first. Gently, you wiggled the handle inside until the scissors were engulfed by the grainy, dark fabric.

As you pulled your hand back, Erwin stopped talking. Time was up. Pushing yourself away and up, you dusted the front of your shirt off. Waddling on your knees back to where you were, just as you laid back on your stomach and cradled the crayon, Erwin came from the archway, glasses gone.

Your heart rattled in your ribcage. You waited for Erwin to quickly catch on. This had been the second time you took and hid something right under Erwin’s nose. You were stretching your luck impossibly thin.

“I think it’s about time for lunch, how about you?” Erwin asked as he strided to your form.

Raising on your elbow to pivot towards him, you quirked a brow, “I guess?”

Crouching down next to you, he manipulated your body so you kneeled in front of him. In an easier position, he grabbed your waist and lifted you up as he stood. Not wanting to fall, you wrapped yourself around him. By now you should have gotten used to how he refused to let you walk.

“The kitchen is literally ten steps away,” You snarked.

“Shush.”

You scowled and debated if you should bite his shoulder. Before you could, Erwin dropped you off at the island rather than the dining table. Spinning the stool around, you observed Erwin glide across the kitchen grabbing this and that. You shivered as the wafting cool air of the fridge brushed past you. The cabinet opened and closed with a thump as Erwin bent down to swipe two apples.

Placing them on the counter, he then reached for jelly that had been untouched. As he grabbed stuff for you, he also grabbed his own food. Going for the drawers, he placed his body in front of the padlock. You had no way to see what numbers he thumbed into the combination. From it, emerged a small knife.

Grabbing a cutting board, Erwin deftly cut your apple into small pieces. Though, he added extra cuts to the reddish skin and pulled them back to make bunny ears. You bit down how your upper lip twitched in irritation.

Once he was done, he reached for the cabinet to the side and grabbed an unopened jar of peanut butter. You squinted to make sure that’s exactly what he gripped. Your mouth opened on instinct to tell him you were in fact allergic, but you stopped yourself.

Sucking your lips in, you had to stop yourself from laughing. Freedom was literally inches away and it had been right there the whole time. The worst case scenario Erwin let you just die on the kitchen floor, but the best case scenario was so much sweeter. You banished the fear. The pain and risk would be worth it.

So you simply stared as he spread the tan, thick paste over the bread along with the sugary jelly. Carefully he cut off the crust and divided the sandwich in fourths to prevent choking. If only he knew. He would be his own undoing.

“Here you go, Princess.” Erwin handed your food to you on a plastic plate with tiny, pink dinosaurs dancing along it. Beside it, he placed a sippy cup filled with milk.

You mumbled, stifling the irritation, “Thanks.”

Nodding, he went to finish preparing his own food. He wanted to make sure his baby girl ate first.

In front of you was your death sentence and your ticket to freedom. You knew what you had to do, but fear still gripped you. Going into anaphylactic shock was terrifying. You had only had episodes a couple times, but after your last one, you were quite frankly traumatized. It had been years, and no one was at fault. You had forgotten your epipen. Your family had gone on a trip and despite telling the waitress your allergy, accidents happen. It was the first time you ever saw your father so scared.

Gulping down your nerves, you grabbed one of the pieces. Shakingly, the sandwich went to your lips. Shoving it in your mouth, you rapidly chewed and swallowed. Reaching for the sippy cup, you twisted it open and downed the milk.

A cough made it up your throat and you didn’t try to silence it. In a matter of minutes, hives broke out all over your skin and you started to laugh.

“Darling?” Erwin turned back to you, concern dripped off his tone.

Placing his own plate down beside you, he leaned over to see the hives creeping up and your eyes were bulging.

Grabbing your shoulders, terror furrowed his brow, “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

As your throat closed up, your shoulders bobbed up and down as you cackled. “I’m allergic.”

He faltered, “A-allergic? Allergic to what?”

Fog overtook your brain as more oxygen depleted. The panic started to overtake your amusement. It had really set in what you had done. Gripping Erwin’s arms, you could barely breathe. Your heartbeat sped up to an unhealthy rate, shaking your whole body.

“What did you do?” He nearly screeched, his fingers digging into your shoulder bones.

“Hosp…” You started, “Hospital.”

Your epipen had to be wherever they hid your car as your bag had been inside it during your fateful visit. There was no other option but to take you to get professional help. That was, if Erwin didn’t decide to let you die.

Erwin shook you and yelled your name, but he was too late. Your eyes rolled into your skull.

Repetitive beeping pounded in your head. Your body ached, mainly your throat. Scrunching your nose, the oxygen mask over the lower half of your face shifted. Lulling your head to the left, your blurry eyes registered the IV stuck in your vein.

So he didn’t let you froth and flail on the floor until your lungs collapsed.

The harsh, sterile lights disorientated you. Weakly, you grabbed the oxygen mask and pried it off your face. Inhaling the stale air, your lungs quivered. You shakingly breathed, the air hiccuping in your throat. Stabilizing yourself, the room was barren and free of both Erwin and a nurse.

With feeble movements, you clutched onto the blanket and shifted it off your body. Forcing yourself up with your hands at your sides, your shoulders strained from the weight. You brushed off how the fluids dripped into your veins left you quaking and exhausted. You haven’t been the kindest to your body, and the torture inflicted on you didn’t help.

You swung your feet off the side of the hospital bed where the IV pole sat. Sliding down until your toes touched the cold, tiled floor, you grabbed the just as cold metal rod. The IV pole rattled as you clutched on it to stabilize yourself. Lugging it with you, you rounded the bed and crossed the room to the door. Peering out the slitted window, you saw no one in the hall.

The door opened with a whoosh. Still cautious, you peeked your head out the door frame to get a better range. Unwinding, empty corridors greeted you.

Tip-toeing out from the frame, the wheels scraped against the cold floors. Going further down the hall, you glimpsed into every room that passed you. Some were empty, others you saw other patients watching the TV. Their faces basked in the glow. Sunlight poured into their open curtain, and yet dimness shrouded you. Time stood still.

Continuing further, you waddled until you hit the desk where the nurses resided. No one was at their station. Confusion enveloped you as you traversed further. Where is everyone?

Deciding to simply ignore the weirdness, you turned your attention back to getting the hell out of here. If you can’t find a nurse to discreetly take the IV out, you will find other ways.

Turning the corner, you stumbled back. Further down the hall stood both Erwin and Levi talking to a doctor. His demeanor had been just as strange as the hospital. They seemed close or familiar with him. You did not like what that entailed.

Shuffling back, you whipped around only to run right into a nurse. She gasped in surprise and gripped your shoulders so you wouldn’t fall.

“Jesus! What are you doing up?” Her voice dripped in concern, but her words were a siren call.

Wide eyed, your focus shifted to the two men who snapped their attention to you. Erwin was better at putting on a facade. For a second you could believe his face truly relaxed in relief and a tiny smile graced his lips for any other reason than not to raise suspicion. Levi had morphed into a chilling stone. His already furrowed brow dipped down further.

Patting Erwin’s shoulder, the doctor let out a chuckle, “I told you there was nothing to worry about.” Walking over to you, he continued, “Come on, let’s check your vitals one last time before we sent you back home.”

Home. That damned place was no home.

Your hands shook as the nurse slipped her hand down to the middle of your back and guided you back down the hall. You dared not to pivot your head and see their faces. You much rather walk to your execution in woeful ignorance.

Keeping your head down, you didn’t look at anyone in the rooms and feel them stare at you as well. The door still open, the nurse pushes you inside with her right behind. Pushing past Erwin and Levi, the doctor followed her.

Both men tried to come in as well, but Erwin had been stopped with a hand on his chest. The doctor smiled, “You guys can wait out here for a second. Patient confidentiality and all the boring legal stuff.”

Your heart almost sang. Was freedom really that close?

“But aren’t I labeled as her emergency contact?” Erwin questioned.

The doctor smiled, “Yes, but that doesn’t give you any legal authority. Let me talk to the girl, Erwin. She won’t die in the five minutes we make sure it’s all out of her system.”

Seeing he was looming over the doctor with a dark expression, Erwin took a step back with an exhale and smiled once more, “You’re right, my apologies.”

Nodding, the doctor closed the door and brought his attention to you. The nurse had taken you to the bed and had you sit.

“Your arm please,” She spoke.

As you offered the arm with the IV in it, the doctor addressed you finally, “Hello Ms. Y/n, my name is Dr. Yeager. I have been your doctor since yesterday. You gave us all a scare, huh?”

His presence had an overwhelming fatherly feel to it, but something off lingered. You knew you couldn’t trust him fully.

You gave an awkward simper and then winced when the nurse pulled out the straw in your vein. “You could say that.”

He hummed at your words. “I was informed that there was no epipen administered before you were brought to the hospital, why was that?”

His words had an accusatory tone, like it was your fault. Well it was, but he didn’t need to know that. “I lost my epipen.”

“That's the same thing Erwin said. Well I put a prescription in to get you a new pen. Don’t lose it this time. I rather not see you again, Ms. Y/n.”

Alarm bells rung in your head. Erwin had both labeled himself as your emergency contact and they would freely be able to get the prescription in your name. Were you not labeled as missing? Had they truly been this thorough that not even medical professionals knew the truth. Your hope dwindled astronomically.

As he berated you, the nurse gracefully finished checking your vitals.

“Everything looks good. Let’s get you the proper paperwork and we can get you right home.”

You tersely smiled, terrified.

They both walked out. Dr. Yaeger pulled Erwin off to the side to explain the proper discharge procedure, leaving Levi to come barreling into the room.

Closing the door while staring you down, he didn’t speak. Your fingers gripped the crumpled bed sheets. He couldn’t harm you here. He wouldn’t be insane enough to that, or at least you hoped.

He prowled closer, like a wolf hunting the wary rabbit. Each step soft and calculated. If he startled you then you would run, not far, but he wasn’t in the mood to give chase.

“After each and every warning I give, you only become bolder and bolder. What good did this do you?”

He stood in front of you, face to face. You couldn’t look away from the burning ashes engulfing you.

You shrugged. In the end, it ultimately did nothing besides more information about the outside world and how no one cared.

Levi leaned forward so his hands rested on the bed, caging in your legs. Your body tilted back to get away, his torso hovered over yours.

His lips parted, ready to speak when the door opened. His head turned away from you and you leaned to the side to see Erwin join. In his hands were new clothes for you. Normal clothes.

Sighing, he departed from you. Going to stand by the wall nearest to the bed, Levi let Erwin have full range of you.

The older man didn’t say a word as he came closer. Instead of attempting to dress you, he placed the neatly folded pile on your lap.

“Go to the bathroom and get dressed.”

Bewilderment would be an understatement, “Huh?”

A scowl pinched on his face, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Gathering up the clothes, you slipped off the bed and cautiously ambled towards the bathroom diagonal from where you sat. Both of them watched you go into the bathroom and shut them out with a click of the door.

Wanting out of the scratchy hospital gown, you pulled it off from your body. You gleefully change into the jeans shorts and the old band t-shirt. They must have kept some of your old clothes for whatever reason. At this point, you won’t complain.

Your hands still shook as you knew what would become of you the second you opened the door. Turning on the sink, you listened to the water and closed your eyes. The yard stabbed your fluttering lids. You faced the memory head on. It would only get worse now, you have to prepare yourself.

Working yourself through the cold liquid penetrating your sinuses, you breathed. Only air cycled your system. You could breathe.

Exhaling shakily, you blinked yourself back to the present. Flicking off the faucet, you spun and reached for the handle. Swinging the door open, Levi stood as he was before and took his place to sit on the chair by him. Their attention never once strayed from the door as you were greeted with their mutual glares.

“Come here,” Levi barked.

Your hands gripped the hem of your shirt to ground yourself.

He was about to speak when he was interrupted again. This time with a firm knock on the door.

“What fucking is it, now?”

Without being instructed to come inside, the person slid the door anyway. Standing in the doorway was a cop.

You blinked in confusion. Today just kept getting weirder.

Tucking his hands behind him, the cop walked in with an overly pleasant expression. No different than the face Erwin would make to lull others into a false sense of security.

“Good evening, gentlemen and lady. I am officer Zeke Yaeger and I have a few questions for you folks.”

[cosmicstarlatte]

hi!! can I request the brothers reactions to MC who talks in a cute voice with pets? i can’t talk normally with my cat he’s just a widdle baby 😭

MC baby-talks to their pet (Obey Me)

You can't help but talk in a cute baby voice with your pet. How does he react?

»Characters: Demon Bros »Tags: Humor, Fluff »Notes: This has been sitting for a long time lol. Thank you for the super cute request anon! I hope you like it! ^^ ♡ I tried to be vague for our non furry friends lol

Lucifer:

Had to do a double take when he heard you talking like that

Thought solomon accidentally cursed you at first

Relief when he realized you were just talking to your pet...why do people do that though???

Momentarily forgot he does that with Cerberus when no one is around

Thought it was cute and wholesome seeing you treat your pet so sweetly, you looked so happy

Ended up joining you because your little baby is a cutie

Tried to pull off a very deep voice when his brothers walked in on you guys

They called him widdle uwucifer™️ for a week

Even Diavolo heard about it alajsjfjglskflsk

Mammon:

Got jealous when he heard you calling someone your widdle baby

ISNT HE YOUR WIDDLE BABY!?

Super relieved when he found out it was just your pet

Got jealous again because he wanted some praise too??

"Yes yes Mammon you're a good demon too"

"And!?" (you pat his head)

"Hmph! That's what I thought!"

Joined you and your pet for some cuddles

Levi:

This poor thing thought you were talking to him at first and got so excited

When he realized it was your pet, he didn't think too much of your baby voice because even he has those moments with Henry 2.0!

What kind of pet owner would you be if you didn't talk to them like that!?

He played with the two of you and suggested making little cosplays for the cute little thing

Satan:

Was caught off guard for a brief second but joined you instantly when he realized you were with your pet

This man loves animals

WIDDLEBABYTALKTIMEAAAAAAAA

Convinces you to go to the devildom zoo so the animals there can get baby talk too because all of them deserve it!

Asmo:

Immediately knows what you're doing and GOES ALL IN

Baby talk, cuddles, just fluffy love overload with your pet!

He has no shame (as he should)

Even goes as far to include you in it, you're his widdle baby too! He cuddles you both in excitement!

Takes so many photos and posts it online

Beel:

Thought you were broken and got worried

Did you eat something cursed?

Realizes what you were doing and tries to join in but it doesn't go well, oops

The man sounds so stiff 😭

Your pet did not like it but did enjoy his cuddles!

Belphie:

Was sleeping and woke up a little, he thought you were talking to him at first

Okay yeah I could get use to this, it's kinda nice.

It wasn't until you started talking about treats that he realized you were just talking to your little friend

Thought about joining in but your voice soothed him and he went back to sleep!

[skyeslittlecorner]

Sorry if you're neck deep in kiddie headcanons but it's too cute to pass up. Like we already got kings, but I need to see kiddie nobles. Mainly Hades because I'm weak. Making sure little Barbatos doesn't take off all of his clothes and throw them everywhere, having to chase down lil Glasy because he's trying to prank others into fight each other, or running around with scissors. And unintentional hide and seek with Foras because poor baby can't control his invisibility, and you're panicking because you think you lost him but in reality he's with you the entire time...maybe have to put a bell on him to know where he is.

AHHH THIS! I love it so much! The little ones from Hades are so chaotic and completely unintentional (apart from Glasyal, he is very intentional). But I bet Levi is a great father, after all, the whole country treats him like one.

The big brain of yours is truly amazing, from today I'm starting a kindergarten, goodbye romance interests, you are too cute as children- Just look at them!

Gehenna

All the little ones have gathered of their own in the living room, where Satan sits cross-legged in the middle of the fluffy carpet and fights with them. He's dishing out punches one after the other. Strong enough to push the kids away, but not to actually hurt them. You don't think he's ever had so much fun with his nobles! He decreed that he would be the evil king one who kidnapped the Descendant of Solomon, and now you sit on his lap while he fends off the little nobles.

Leraye and Paimon excel at scheming, having the most fun when they manage to hang onto Satan's biceps, and he tries to shake them off. Belial was smarter. He taught Jiyu how to make paper bullets and shot Satan with a slingshot, but all the bullets got stuck in his fluffy hair, so you pulled them out regularly.

Sitri is not so bold. At first, he sat huddled in the corner of the room, covering his ears with his hands. You made an exception for him and took him on your lap. The noise suddenly stops bothering him as he cuddles into your chest and leers smugly at the others. Little smartass.

The kids launching an attack quickly get tired. Only when they were scattered on the couches, snoring loudly, did Astaroth pull Zagan towards you. He put markers in your hands and demanded you to draw (or pet his little snake, as you wish). Of course, you didn't resist them, although instead of using a piece of paper, you started drawing on Satan's cheek. This couldn't end well, right? You were pinned to the floor. Who knows what happened next, because Astaroth covered Zagan's eyes, and Satan immediately threw you over his shoulder and took you to the bedroom. Kids had theit fun, now time for you.

Tartaros

You have never met such sweet and problem-free children in your life. You can take them wherever you want, to the palace, for a walk, shopping, they will always come back to you and won't go crazy like some do. Just shower them with love. Especially Eligos, who would like to stick to you and not move, just purring when you pet him and kiss him. He wrapped himself in all the ribbons he had - you had to help him with that so he wouldn't choke or trip - and now he's running from devil to devil because everyone wants to pet him. He is the total center of attention.

Bimet would love to count money, but he is so small that he doesn't really know how to count, so you have some piggy banks with you. He usually gets lost halfway through, but you managed to convince him that this means they are just bottomless and that he is infinitely rich. At first, he didn't trust you (or rather he looked at you in happy shock, because devils cannot doubt), but since Mammon supported you, he has no questions. Especially since the king gave him a basket in which to collect his own wealth, so he follows Eligos to the devils and demands payment for petting him. 

Valefor is like an older brother who takes care of them, and it is mainly thanks to him that your walk is so peaceful and pleasant. If Eli flies too far, he will bring him back by the hand. If he falls, he will pet him, calm him down and bring you to kiss his scratched leg so that it doesn't hurt. If Bimet loses a gem or two from his basket, he will show him to pick it up. He keeps turning to you and Mammon to make sure you haven't gone too far. When you praised him for being as brave and responsible as his king, he grew happy and took even better care of the boys. Mammon is really proud of them, and you can see it in his smile. You are too.

Hades

You’re left alone when the king is occupied with work. Do you think it won't be easy? You're absolutely right. Of the three in your care, Glasyal is the nicest. And it's not because he wants to, he's just having fun as he follows you around and watches you struggle with the other two.

Even though Foras is invisible, Barbatos also constantly disappears from your sight. Look for windows where he can bask in the sun. Of course, the fewer clothes he wears, the more fun he got. Once you put him in a corset so he couldn't untangle himself, but Glasyal came with scissors. They almost gouged out their eyes. It was only when you put him in Leviathan's clothes that he stopped shedding them so much and instead cuddled up to them.

Foras is a problem because he isn’t. Literally. You can't see him, amen. He doesn't do it on purpose, but he has no control over his power. Will he be scared? Disappears. Sneezes? Disappears. Will he quarrel with Glasyal? Disappears. Glasyal especially liked the third one, and it brought the little pink devil to tears.

You were getting exhausted, but then the nooses around the kids' necks twitched like leashes being pulled by their owner. The father is coming.

"Enough. Be good." He will admonish them, but with a little smile wandering his lips. All the children will crawl towards him with complete adoration. This time they will hang in the air, not on nooses, but one by one having the honor of being held in their father's arms. Just take those scissors from Glasyal, really.

Avisos

Even though you expected this to be the most chaotic experience of your life, it wasn't that bad at all.

One child drops out because he sleeps. Bael, of course. When you picked him up from the desk, he's been sleeping for about four hours now, snoring loudly and nothing can wake him up. And you tried. Especially Amon, who first poked Bael in the cheek and waited for him to react, but when nothing happened, he just curled up next to him, because why not?, and went to sleep together.

You went to the bathroom for a moment and when you came back, Nabe was also lying in a pile. Also dragged to sleep by Amon, as you saw them holding hands. Stolas was the only one left, so you brought him, however, was a bit more reluctant and really wanted to go to Bathin, so you had to convince him. You took three chairs and threw a blanket over them to build him a fort, and in that fort, a nest. Only then did he settle down there contently.

Of course, Amon didn't miss anything, because he's conscious when he sleeps. He got out of bed and crawled to Stolas' nest. It looked (and was!) much more comfy. Stolas first shouted at him and tried to kick him out, but Amon lay there like a log. This little bird finally got tired and fell asleep too. You put all four of them in the fort, climbed in, grabbed a book and let them cuddle.

Beelzebub, who felt that something was wrong and decided to check on you, burst out laughing when he saw you with the kids. You dragged him along as punishment. Of course, he had priority over you. You laid on Beel and the kids clinged to both of you. When he saw them like this, it brought back memories. You'll learn a little about how he met each of the nobles and what his own childhood was like, as he tell stories and pet each child he talks about.

[shazzwajazz]

Housepet!Ace

The basic premise of this au:

TVYLAN has always quite enjoyed the unique pets in this world, taking it upon themself to keep 16 different pets and take care of them. Not to mention how interesting interactions between different housepets would be.

TVYLAN loves their cute little kitty ace, he’s such an angel, is he not? WRONG. This little shit will scratch right about everything he sees when scared, and has on multiple occassions made an attempt to scratch the other housepets. He is a menace, but TVYLAN sees nothing wrong.

TVYLAN found poor little ace in the middle of the rain, hissing at right about everything he saw due to how blinding the rain was. TVYLAN was unsure if the guy already had an owner, but didn’t really care as he yanked him up by the back of his collar, bringing him home. Ace was the first of the 16 to be adopted, having him think he’s the king of them all.

Among them is:

Ace (cat)

Teruko (panther)

Eden (mouse)

Levi (dog)

Arei (penguin)

Rose (sloth)

Arturo (peacock)

J (skunk)

Nico (crow)

Hu Jing (bear)

Xander (lion)

David (wolf)

Charles (guinea pig)

Min (rat)

Veronika (hyena)

Whit (dove)

Now, will I draw them all? Probably not. Will I try to? Yeah.

[aphroditaeon]

I've this really smutty idea and didn't know who to share it with. I'm not into poly or anything like that but this wouldn't leave my mind. A bdsm threesome with two Levis— Marley and Paradis. This could be like a good cop, bad cop thing, but instead both of them are just mean. But one is outright sadistic mean and the other is more deceptively, psychologically mean. Like humiliation and sadism veiled in faux softness kind of mean. While one will outright degrade and punish you for cumming without permission, the other will manipulate you like, "Aw, such a poor, pathetic little thing, can't even control her filthy little hole. I told you not to do that, didn't I? Now I have no choice but to punish you. It's your fault, not mine, you forced me to do this." while he was one who forcefully made you cum in the first place even when you cried for him to stop 😵‍💫

Oh I love it, I’m glad you decided to share, anon 🫣💗 If you saw that post about my somno fic spinoff, I also feel the same way, not into poly or threesomes until you put TWO Levi Ackermans and suddenly I’m game 😹

I was trying to figure out which one being which I would prefer more, and decided both is great and works well. While the more outwardly mean and cold one is giving it to you hard and fast, the other one can pin your hands down and pet your hair, then start kissing you while the other one refuses to be “romantic” 🫣 then the “mean” one slaps you when you tighten because of the kiss - and now why do I feel like they would fight one another lmaoooo - then the “nicer” one starts chuckling when you squirt all over the other’s cock bc of the slap 🫣

[koolades-world]

Ok so I've randomly had this genius idea and was keeping it in my head for a month or so. And i for some reason had an urge to find someone to make this thing. And YOU got unlucky to be in my FYP with open requests! Poor you, now you are cursed with this request! (Also ur writing is cool, but im suck at giving compliments~)

Imagine being a one of the most powerful demons in entire devildom, falling from heaven, going through a war.. and you just meet a human, who is crying because of a paper scratch! That's the request!:

Brothers with Pain-sensitive MC/MC with Algophobia if you prefer.♡

Ahem🤓👆, Algophobia is a phobia of pain. No one likes getting hurt, but algophobic person is afraid of it more than normal ppl. Also Algophobia makes all pain feel even more painful because if the fear🤓👆

These two are pretty much the same, but Algophobia one has more angst potential than just "Pain-sensitive"

This thing sounds just so hilarious in my head, imagine after MC does something bad Lucifer wants to punish them, but then he remembers that this human uses cooking gloves to drink coffee because "its way to hot" and ends up with existential crisis because all of his punishments will turn Pain-sensitive MC into dust😭

I saw a lot of ppl headcanoning that demons are like "well, humans are fragile and easily will die!" and starting to think that human is dying when they broke a bone. Thats funny, but imagine what would happen if it ACTUALLY were like that. Mammon wants to get MC to the casino, but then sees how they slip and fall to their knees and the crying because "FFFFF MY KNEEEEES HURT😭😭😭" And he is just like..."Damn, bro, how u live like this" and ends up way to afraid to bring them to the casino bc of "eeevil demons that would eat them!".

Also i imagine that Levi would do something similar, but, lets agree that him asking MC to go somewhere is an impossible scenario. I think he will do a good job tho.

Satan and MC hanging out in the garden with cats and this dude, who can easily broke the entire house if he gets angry, casually watching this piece of human struggling to pet a cat bc of their shaking hands. "Come on, just pet it, u got it, MC." "but cats have claws and claws are paaaainful!!!!"

Asmo is probably the only one who will have no problem with that, lol. This dude loves saying about being gentle. Yeah, not surprising that i simp for him. But dynamic between Devildom's biggest slut and a Human, who never kissed with anyone because "well, if i am kissing someone, I can't tell if the person is not gonna get a knife a d won't stub me! and stubbing ppl is painful!" sounds hilarious.

Beel is a big cinnabun, we all can agree. But yhis cinnabun is so big, that it can easily hurt MC accidentally! Even average people often cause ain-sensitive MC pain, and someone as big and strong babyboy like Beel? Damn, poor big man and MC, who waits for hot food to cool down for 15 minutes before eating it because "hot food is painful!"

Belphegor probably will do okay.. i mean, if we ignore 16 lesson.. he is pretty gentle boy so i guess he won't do anything bad. But, i can still imagine how this dude might hurt MC in his sleep and when wakes up and sees them, ouch-ing and rubbing their cheek, because "you were asleep and accidentally hit my cheek.." while this dude was just changing his sleeping pose.

So you can make something fluffy with brothers trying to not-hurt Pain-sensitive MC accidentally, you can do it in memes, you can do some angst with Algophobia. You can do whatever you want, i give the idea, you use it if you want!~

Damn, this think came out like a whole ass post. But i hope you didn't got bored halfway, lol.

Have a nice day tho!~~~

hi! haha I didn’t get bored you understand me!! I absolutely love when someone is just as excited as me about an idea :) this is exactly what I do when I have an idea I love so much I want to squeeze it in a good way

glad you like my writing 🥺 <3 please enjoy!

Mc with Algophobia

Lucifer

he knows right off the bat because it was on your paperwork (creepy) but makes accommodations where he can (loving)

essentially baby proofs the house right after you arrive once he realizes you’re being serious including padding on every sharp corner

always has a first aid kit on hand because he’s worried about you and won’t hesitate to offer you all the time off you need

finds himself unconsciously making sure you're ok

Mammon

didn't take you seriously at first until you almost started crying upon reach into the freezer to help defrost Goldie yet again

wants to help you with your fear, and unveils all of his stupid fears to you, including his fear of public water fountains

when you're not together, he has his crows keep an eye on you for him to make sure you're ok

often opts to stay home with you if it makes you more comfortable

Levi

so so chill about it since he himself is afraid of many things, and while not paralyzing, goes out of his way to avoid all these things

lets you know the door to his room will always be open for you if you need a place to relax for the hour or day

protective of you in a way he never felt before

ready to listen to your woes and try to help resolve them for you

Satan

to some extent, he understands what it's like to be misunderstood and he goes out of his way to boost your confidence

knows some amazing professionals that might be able to help you out if you want

works on himself and his outbursts to keep you safe and unafraid <3

holds your hand as often as he gets the chance to reassure both you and himself that you won't get separated and avoid any potential problems

Asmo

100% finds many excuses to kiss your booboos

finds all sorts of fun cute ways to make sure you don't get hurt and stay happy

if you get hurt around him, he's on top of it and upset too since he hates to see you unhappy

whatever you need, he's got you covered. he carries some of you things in his handbag that he always has with him in case you need it

Beel

doesn't understand at first, but is more cautious around you

he knows humans are fragile but he severely underestimated your fear

however, he's willing to do anything that you need from him

he knows his strength and always finds himself moving slower and more protective around you

Belphie

at first, he couldn't have cared less but after he got to know you, he felt extremely guilty about what he had done

does everything to make it up to you and prevent you from getting hurt again

expect lots of gifts that include nice blankets and cute bandaids

finds his way to your room in the middle of the night often to make sure you're fine and then stays (he's totally not just sleepwalking)